Smoke

C F C F

      C
And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto, I was
F
spending nights at home full throttle, I was
C                                        F
breakin your heart, breakin my heart, revenge
       G
And I feel just like I woke up
    F
in somebody else's skin
 G
Who else is gonna remind you
            F         G
to take a picture of them

                  C            G
Well they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote
  Am        F
songs about you, when they
C           G       Am         F
tied you up in the rungs of ladders
Am      F           C         G
and you never ended up coming home, you just
Am      F                  C             G                 C
became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold

C F

         C
And when I awoke, everything had changed you see, I
F
left my home, returned something different, I was
C                                         F
bleeding to death, beaten to death with regret
    G
and nobody else can see it
              F
but there's something underneath my skin
    G
And I wish I could tell you
           F            G
I had the worst little dream

                  C          G
And they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote
Am          F
songs about you, when they
C          G        Am        F
tied you up in the rungs of ladders
Am      F           C         G
and you never ended up coming home, you just
Am     F                   C            G                 C
became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold

        E
And the black clouds came and darkened all our insides, there were
F                        C        G
newspaper clippings with horrible headlines
   E
of doom and despair and your name and my name saying
F                           C            G
Who will save you from the truth of the matter
          F                          G
that your love, though like gold, is gone?

                  C          G
And they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote
Am           F
songs about her, and they
C          G        Am        F
tied you up in the rungs of ladders
Am      F           C         G
and you never ended up coming home, you just
Am     F                C        G
became something like a dream I saw where they brought
C          G
hearts and daggers, they wrote
Am          F
songs about you, and they
C        G          Am        F
tied you up and you hung from ladders
Am      F           C         G
and you never ended up coming home, you just
Am     F                   C            G                 C
became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold

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