D | |
Its a human s | ign |
E | Em | |
When things go w | rong |
A | D | |
When the sc | ent of her li | ngers |
G | Em | |
and temptations | strong |
D | |
into the | boundry |
G | A | |
of each married | man |
Bm | |
sweet deciept comes | calling |
G | A | |
and negativity l | ands |
CHORUS |
Bm | |
cold, cold | heart |
G | A | |
hard done by | you |
Bm | |
Somethings look | better, baby |
G | A | |
Just passing | through |
D | |
and its no | sacrifice |
G | |
just a simple | word |
A | G | |
if two hearts l | iving |
D | |
into seperate | worlds |
D | |
but its no | sacrifice |
G | |
no sacrifice |
F#m | G | |
its | no sacrifice |
A | D | |
At | all |
F#m|G|D|F#m|G| |
D | |
Each misunder | standing |
E | Em | |
After the | fact |
A | D | |
Sensitivity | builds a | prison |
G | Em | |
In the final | act |
D | |
We lose | direction |
G | A | |
No stone unturned |
Bm | |
No tears to damn | you |
G | A | |
When jealousy burns |
CHORUS |
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