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Standard (EADGBE)

At last the winter's come

he wears his gloves

 he's riding on his bike and trying hard to not get lost

 he doesn't recognise the streets

no familiar place

 But as a car rams him off the streets head first, behind the wheel he sees a face

 his hands tighten their grip

 but there's no use in holding on to that damn bike while he makes a double flip

 through the window of a store

 the splintered glass cuts through his clothes and skin before he lands face down on the floor

he opens up his eyes

the walls are white

Apart from the beating in the temples of his head he kinda feels alright

and as he pulls himself up

his heart skips a beat

there's blood on his blanket, but he's scared of what's underneath

he tries to kick the blanket off the bed

but there's no movement underneath them as he feels the beating stronger in his head

the nurse runs in

And as shee empties a syringe in the IV he feels the world begin to spin

Have you ever tried to remember a dream

 or a face in your sleep, well it's hard

but somehow he pulled it off

Now he's forever attatched to a chair

 but revenge will be sweet, so you better start to run

You're almost late for work, you grab your coat and when you try to grab the

doorhandle you feel a bullet being shot right in your throat

You turn around and as you gasp for air you recognise the face of a man sitting

smiling in his chair

You try to stop the bleeding with your hand, but there's no use in trying to stop

one hole from bleeding when it drips out the other end

you're losing sight

and while you regret the hit and run from years ago the man softly says goodnight

he softly said goodnight

this is the end, goodnight.