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Tono: E

Introducción: E    B    C#m    A    

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E                                                                              B  
You better watch yourself this time
                                                                          C#m  
Or you're waiting in a long line
                                                          A  
Of kicking off a slow crime
E                                                                                 B  
I guess the Devil wouldn't have you
                                                                                                C#m  
But you're used to what you're used to
                                                                        A  
You always seem to somehow make it through
     F#m                                         A  
I know, I let myself go but
                                  E                                                                    B            C  
I try to lay low but it's so hard to be alone
     C#m                                              A  
I know I never took my own advice
                                          E                                                                                    B            C  
Chased a couple rollin' dice somewhere I don't belong
C#m                                            A  
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could
E                                                                                    B                                              C  
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood
C#m                                            A  
I can't make myself do right on Friday night
E                                                                                    B                                            C              C#m      A  
When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light
E                                                                    B  
Another night another rope burn
                                                                          C#m  
Well I guess that it was my turn
                                                                A  
To wash all of the pain down
E                                                            B  
Maybe you were just a decoy
                                                                                C#m  
It doesn't matter much to me, noise
                                                                                        A  
It covered up the voices I don't want to hear
F#m                         A  
I let myself go again
                                                  E                                                                    B            C  
I tried to let you go, but it's so hard to be alone
     C#m                                              A  
I know I never take my own advice
                                        E                                                                                    B            C  
I get tired of playin nice and cut right to the bone
C#m                                            A  
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could
E                                                                                    B                                              C  
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood
C#m                                            A  
I can't make myself do right on Friday night
E                                                                                    B                                            C              C#m      A  
When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light
                                            E    B    C#m    A  
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D#m                                            B  
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could
F#                                                                                 C#                                            D  
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood
D#m                                            B  
I can't make myself do right on Friday night
F#                                                                              C#                                         D              D#m      B  
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
                                     F#         C#    D  
Bigger in the light
                          C#mA  E  B  C  C#mA