Tono: E
Introducción: A B G#m E A B G#m E
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I've been stacking up my bottles the way a man collects his sorrows
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is by snuffing out the candle light so he can waste away through the ni - ght
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Well tell me who set the bar the way you parred me off
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To spar with the local contenders and weekly offenders.
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Oh in the cold September you never dressed better I swear
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It's not the drinkin that's leavin me itchin
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Oh the way you made me pay back then
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We'll look how you're hanging from the frame of paper planes
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As they burst into flames I will know if I'm to blame
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Oh in the cold September you never dressed better I swear
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It's not the drinkin that's leavin me itchin
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Oh the way you made me pay back then
(Guitar solo)
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Oh in the cold September you never dressed better I swear
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It's not the drinkin that's leavin me itchin
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Oh the way you made me pay back then
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And this thing that we severed remains to be remembered
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Standing out in the cold of November I'm thinking heaven must be better than this
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At least in heaven you know you're being missed
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