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Capo 1st fretAuto
E
D
C♯m
C
E/D♯
B
A
The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
My bones are shifting in my skin
When you, my love, are gone
My room seems wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
When you, my love, are gone
/So glide away on soapy heels
/And promise not to promise anymore
/And if you come around again
/Then I will take, then I will take
/The chain from off the door
I'll never say
I'll never love
But I don't say a lot of things
When you, my love, are gone.