Blacklist

 C  Am  G  C

C                           F             C        Am    G      C
I started up the engine and headed for the place we met
C                               F                  C            Am      G       C
I prayed to sister Juliette, smoked three packs of cigarettes
F                               C
I'm still trying to figure out forgiveness
F                          G
And keep track of all of my sins
Am                      G               C       F
Just tell me you don't love me, and I promise I won't
C               F       C
Darken your doorstep again

C Am G C x2

C                                               F   C           Am      G       C
This sure ain't how I thought that it would feel to finally have made it
C                               F            C          Am      G       C
I've arrived alive in Danbury, damn it's overrated
            F           C
They put us back on the blacklist
        F                           G
Well we never learned why we needed saved
Am                      G               C       F
We took a ride trying to hide from the god of
        C         F          C
Early marriages and empty graves

C Am G C x2
        Am              G       F       C               G
Last night, New York City was heaven, now I'm feeling low
   Am        G             F            C               F
And how many stones did we roll, hoping hell would explode
F               C               F                       G
We read all the right books, we sang songs we misunderstood
Am              G       C       F       C             F         C
And with or without any reason, we did rebellion what justice we could

C Am G C x2

C                                    F   C              Am      G       C
So I'm trying not to think about home, and all that I miss
C                           F                C          Am      G       C
I swallowed my pride, and I cried, cause we didn't exist
F                       C
You said it's now or never
       F                        G
Well I never stop feeling that way
   Am           G         C             F
We get turned around, our spirits break down
        C       F          C
We just lie and say we're ok

C Am G C x2

        Am      G       F       C          G
Well the older I get, truth gets harder to find
    Am          G             F         C               F
And famous false prophets get by off of robbing good men blind
F                          C    F                        G
Maybe I don't have it in me, maybe it doesn't have me in it
Am              G          C    F            C        F             C
And if I don't fly, that's fine, just let me find the place where I fit

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