Call Me A Saint

Am G Dm F
Am G Dm F

      Am          G
I was cold, I was lonely
       Dm              F
No one thought to even phone me
           Am         G
Look at me now, I'm a fighter
      Dm                        F
I'm a strong bitch, baby, I'm designer
                  Am                  G
I'm tryna shine a light on, light on, light on
    Dm                            F
Anybody sitting in the dark and crying
          Am                           G
Fix your make-up or your hair, pull up a seat over here
      Dm                    F
Gotta do what you do to get by, yeah

Am                         G
Back up, back up, we're in trouble again
Dm                     F
Hitman's out and it's on my head
Am                      G
Back up, back up, I'ma do it my way
Dm            F
Live to see another day

   Am   G    Dm  F    Am    G     Dm   F
So call me a saint, a slave to my brain
        Am                   G
Yeah, I got kicked out but I can't escape it
Dm                    F
Safe to say I've seen better days
    Am  G    Dm  F
But I'm not afraid anymore

       Am        G
I grew up, I'm a big girl
               Dm                       F
Stopped giving time to people that make me hurt
                 Am               G
Sometimes when I cry, it makes me better
             Dm                   F
My tears are wetter now that I accept 'em
                  Am                  G
I'm tryna shine a light on, light on, light on
              Dm                            F
Don't hit the flight button, you just gotta fight on
             Am
Now put your fingers in the air
            G
Screaming, "Fuck 'em, I don't care"
      Dm                    F
Gotta do what you do to get by, yeah

   Am   G    Dm  F    Am    G     Dm   F
So call me a saint, a slave to my brain
        Am                   G
Yeah, I got kicked out but I can't escape it
Dm                    F
Safe to say I've seen better days
    Am  G   Dm   F
But I'm not afraid anymore

Am
I'm not looking to be saved
Am
Just picked out an early grave to bury shit
Am
Not me, just the weight that I've been carrying
Am
You would think you married
Am
Into savage ways and arrogance, pathetic
Am                                    Am
Not me, I'm making my exit outta here
G      Dm     F     Am
Out of here, out of here
G      Dm    F
Out of here, I'm out

   Am   G    Dm  F    Am    G     Dm   F
So call me a saint, a slave to my brain
        Am                   G
Yeah, I got kicked out but I can't escape it
Dm                    F
Safe to say I've seen better days
Am  G   Dm   F        Am
I'm not afraid anymore

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