What a [Em]thing to admit That when someone looks at me with real [G]love I don't like it very [Em
I’m [Am]tryna blow bubbles but [C]inside [F]Can’t seem to fix my mood, [C]today it’s as dark as my
She can't see the [Bm]landscape anymore, it's all painted in her grief All of her [D]history etched
[Dsus2]I was looking for a breath of [C]life; A little touch of heavenly [Dm]light But all the c
[E]Oh God, I'm clean out of [G#m]air in my lungs, it's all [F#]gone Played it so nonchalant, [F#]it
You [G#m]asked if I was feeling it, I'm [B]psycho high [F#]Know you won't remember in the [E]mornin
[C]Never really been [Bb]alive before [Am]Always lived in my [G]head [F]And sometimes it was [Em]e
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He [F]sang so loud, [C]sang so clear [E7]I was afraid all the [Am]neighbours would hear so I [F]in
[Dm]You are the hole in my head, you are the [F]space in my bed. You are the [C]silence in betwee
[Em]Seems that I [Bm]have been held, [Cmaj7]in some dreaming [Bm]state A [Em]tourist in the [Bm]wak
