fun C#m c#m7 a You can always make a new excuse to cry C#m caug e/b a#m7-5 a a2 (or c#m /c /b /a# a a2) But you don't have to use it on yourself
I stop? I'm a child, I'm a ghost, I'm a slur, I'm a boast I'm a prince, I'm a king, I'm a ryhme, I'm a ring I'm unable to sleep, I'm unable to sing I
Here with you, so close to me Till the final flicker of life's ember I who was lost and lonely Believing life was only a bitter tragic joke Have found
a tried and tested formula for release I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Siren song to sing along, no finer Suicide notes, harmonized in a minor Strike a chord
chord A lonely parking lot When I ride on my board Like distortion when I bar chord A lonely parking lot When I ride on my board Like distortion when I bar chord A
Quiet chords from your guitar Floating on the silence That surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams Quiet walks by quiet streams And a window looking
Give him a soft guitar to play what he choose He ain't got no fancy chords Only got his blues Poor, happy Jimmy I didn't know him very well but he was
believe and I'm always there Staring down a long empty hall Pictures on walls, all with your name But it's not the same Searching for the chord I can
bed too spacious And as she passes her own reflection, sighs Ooh.. Mr gorgeous is feeling lonely He wishes that if he could only Smile, once a while, ah So lonely
depupil these lonely eyes, the love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry... 1-900-USA-NAILS (oh baby) I get one phone call a day from Molson County
and stands before the audience.) Whether bright or melancholy Rough and ready, finely spun Whether with a thousand players Or a lonely cast of one
my heart, music My very first love More than a friend You're my first love I can always depend on my first love With you in my life I'm not lonely
a crime Wanna be the cause of a fight Wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt With a stranger" I've had a knack from way back At breaking the rules once
blues So I married me a woman But she's more like a saint She's alone 200 nights a year With nary a complaint Oh babe I hate to leave you lonely But
gets lonely there when there's no one here to share We can shake it away if you'll hear a story People lust for fame like athletes in a game We all break
stars, quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet streams And a window
to my song When she walked along beside me and my heart was light and gay I can see the tune's a changing lonely chords are here to stay She filled my