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Standard (EADGBE)

Turn the key

 start the flame

fog, heat, motion

 In the concrete ocean.

 Is there a fog outside the glass?

 Or a fog inside my mind?

 I watch the clock, I'll watch the sky

 but still I won't know why.

 Now this highway is twisting

 like a barber's pole

 where you bled me out

 but I didn't have a doubt.

Everything you did, everything you said

 had its rhyme and reason.

Finger picking riff

[finger picking]

 I wish I stopped but once

 to shine the silver platter

 I used to show my excuses for you.

 I wonder if I would see

 my face in the reflection

 or the mask that had become my skin?

(Instrumental break)

[strumming]

 But now I see clearly

 clear as glass:

 the only thing keeping the wind

 from blowing you out of my head.

 I took the key out of my back

 you won't wind me up again

 I won't sing for you anymore

 I won't make excuses for you anymore.

 I'll put on the same clothes

 that I wore yesterday.

 Because tears dry, and lies die.

 But the sun always rises in the morning.

Coda

repeat until faded out