Intro: [F#m] [A] [E] [Bm]
Did [F#m]someone give you [A]something to [E]help you ease the [Bm]pain?
Like the [F#m]liquor in the [A]bottle, we [E]watched you slip [Bm]away.
And I [F#m]feel as if I [A]know you through the [E]bars of a [Bm]song.
[F#m]Always [A]surrounded but [E]alone.
[D]But no [A]good[E]byes, you'll always [F#m]be Miss America.
[D]We watched you [A] [E]fly, but nothing's [F#m]free Miss America.
[D]And as you [A]fall [E]apart, we just [F#m]call it art.
[D]Was it so [A]hard to [E]breathe?
Was the [F#m]picture in the [A]paper not the [E]face you [Bm]recognise?
Did the [F#m]make up never [A]make up for the [E]pain behind your [Bm]eyes?
Cos I [F#m]feel as if I [A]know when you're [E]on my silver [Bm]screen
But I [F#m]don't know the dark [A]places that you've [E]been.
[D]But no [A]good[E]byes, you'll always [F#m]be Miss America.
[D]We watched you [A] [E]fly, but nothing's [F#m]free Miss America.
[D]And as you [A]fall [E]apart, we just [F#m]call it art.
[D]Was it so [A]hard to [E]breathe?
[D]Does another voice sing in Heaven's [A6]choir tonight,
[F#m]To fill the silence left [Esus4]behind? [E]
[D] And I don't know what goes [A6]on in your mind
[F#m]I'm sure it's enough to make me [Esus4]cry. [E]
Someday we'll [D]find you lived [A6]fore - [E]ver.
[D]But no [A]good[E]byes, you'll always [F#m]be Miss America.
[D]We watched you [A] [E]fly, but nothing's [F#m]free Miss America.
[D]And as you [A]fall [E]apart, we just [F#m]call it art.
[D]Was it so [A]hard to [E]breathe?
