Tom: B
Introdução:
B A2 E F#4 B
B
A bastard from the start, but a charming one at that
A2
Bad reputation, but I really ain't that bad
E F#4 B
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
B
A beauty from the city, dolled up in a dress of gold
A2
I like them high heels, but she won't wear them no more
E F#4 B
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
B
She's nothing short of perfect as she's falling to the ground
B
Nothing short of Armageddon's gonna slow her down
A2
Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace
E F#4 B
But I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing
B A2 E F#4 B
B
Got so much to tell her, but the words seem to get lost
A2
The bottle's empty and I can't complete the call
E F#4 B
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
B
She ain't on the phone, and she ain't on her way
A2
And all the messages keep going up in flames
E F#4 B
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
B
It's nothing short of Vegas and a bar that's never closed
B
Nothing short of lying down and waking up alone
A2
And nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace
E F#4 B
Well, I ain't really worried cause I can't feel a thing
B A2 E F#4 B
E F#7 G#m F#7
It's alright
E F#7
Well, it's alright
G#m F#7
A little less pain, every time I fall
E F#7
It's alright
G#m F#7
It's alright
E F#7 G#m F#7
Until you get so tired, you can't feel nothing at all
B
Nothing at all
B
She asked me if I loved her, and I showed her the tattoo
A2
Wasn't no answer, but for then it had to do
E F#4 B
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
B
I listened to a band in a bar outside downtown
A2
There ain't enough girls wearing high heels in this crowd
E F#4 B
It's alright, I can't feel a thing
B
She's nothing short of perfect as she's falling to the ground
B
Nothing short of Armageddon's gonna slow her down
A2
Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace
E F#4 B
Ah hell, but I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing
E F#7 G#m
I can't feel anything
F#7 E F#7 G#m F#7
Oh I can't feel anything
B
I can't feel a thing