调:A minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
C
Am
The fire burns
Our faces warm from its heat
G
Dm
G
Am
Nights like these, they make me think about the person
Dm
Am
I once was and the person I'll become
My mind turns and steps
its weight upon my throat
Am
Dm
If this is the end you can bet your ass I won't go
F
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
F#
out like them
Am
Bb
Am
Their voices, they keep calling you
Dm
Bb
They keep calling at you until they make you believe
Bb
Am
But you know the truth so don't let these
Dm
F#
Dm
mother fuckers come at you
Am
Dm
Most times the things to which we cling
F
G
F
aren't the same things that we need
Dm
Am
G
We sit and watch our dance of death as
Dm
Am
G
we slowly drown in this selfishness
C
G
Am
Better ash than dust
G#dim
Am
C
F#
They gotta believe that
Am
Bb
Am
Our voices, the last thing they'll hear
F
C
Am
G
Dm
F
Am
C
G
Dm
Am
C
G
F
That we need and sometimes the things we love are the things we need to
Am
G
Dm
Am
C
G
G#dim
Am
Dm
F
Am
Dm
F
G
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