King

E

                                G#m
We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
           C#m
About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
     B          A
And how much is art really worth
                       F#m
The very thing you're best
At is the thing that hurts the most
         E
But you need your rotten heart
               G#m
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings
     C#m
You need to go to war to find material to sing
B         A               G#m        B
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

           A
I need my golden crown of sorrow
     B
My bloody sword to swing
       C#m                         G#m
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
            A             B          F#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
          A               B          E
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

                             G#m
But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape
               C#m
Just when you think you have it figured out
Something new begins to take
  B     A                        G#m
What strangе claws are these, scratching at my skin
   F#m
I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within
         E                G#m        C#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
         E                G#m        B
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

           A
I need my golden crown of sorrow
     B
My bloody sword to swing
       C#m                         G#m
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
         A                B          F#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
         A                B          F#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
         A                B          C#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
         A                B          E
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

E   G#m  C#m
Oh
    A   E  F#m
Oh, oh, oh,
E   G#m  C#m
Oh, oh
    A   E  F#m
Oh, oh, oh oh
( E  G#m  C#m  A  E  F#m )
( E  G#m  C#m  A  E  F#m  B )

           E                          G#m
And I was never as good as I always thought I was
        C#m
But I knew how to dress it up
   B         A             G#m
I was never satisfied, it never let me go
       F#m                      B                 E
Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show

G#m  C#m  A  G#m  F#m  E

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