Tom: E
Introdução:
C#m A C#m A
You say you fell while holding diamonds in your hands
C#m A C#m A
"It's your fault for running, holding diamonds," I said
B C#m A
And I offer no sympathy for that
B C#m A
I hear that it was you who died alone
B C#m A
And I offer no sympathy for that
B C#m A
Better off I sparkle on my own
B C#mA
And someday love will find me in the rough
Someday love will finally be enough
F#m C#m
I got your love letters
B A
I threw them all away
F#m C#m A
And I hear you think that I'm crazy
F#m C#m
I'm driving 95
B A
And I'm driving you away
F#m C#m A
I shine a little more lately
Someday love will find me in the rough