27

F#m  F#m  E  Bm

                            F#m
You said it’s not you, it’s me
                      F#m
With a revolver in my teeth
                      E
But you turned away instead
                      Bm
Threw the gun upon the bed
                       F#m
And we left in separate cars
                  F#m
You told me to pretend
                          E
I could taste life on the air
                        Bm
Despite the absence of an end

            D            E
When you’re lying in your deathbed
       A           F#m
I hope I appear in your head
      D               E
Baby, I’ll be dead by then
         A       F#m
I burned out at 27
        D                    E                F#m
Oh you should have killed me when you had the chance

                  F#m
It lingers like a dream
                  F#m
It lingers like a dream
                            E
All my well thought-through retorts
                        Bm
All my last laugh movie scenes
                        F#m
Just one thing before I go [My love, mon beau]
                        F#m
One more thing before I leave [Exit, c’est chic]
                            E
Failed assassin, you should know [My heart still goes]
                         Bm
One more trick inside my sleeve

            D             E
When you’re lying in your deathbed
       A           F#m
I hope I appear in your head
      D               E
Baby, I’ll be dead by then
         A       F#m
I burned out at 27
       D                 E
After years of drink and dance
              A            F#m
And wild well-publicised romances
         D
Oh, you should have killed me
E                F#m
When you had the chance
           D                     E                F#m
You really should have killed me when you had the chance

E                    F#m       D
   My heart is still beating
                     A                         E
But it feels like an elevator trapped between floors
                   F#m         D
My lungs are still breathing
                        A                    D      E     F#m   A
Like the airbags in the crashing of an empty car

           D                E
And you’ll live to see your name
          A              F#m
Published in my scathing memoirs
           D               E
And you’ll live to rue the failure
       A               F#m
Of not crushing all of my heart
          D                 E              F#m
Why don’t you come back and finish off the job?

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