Bm7 F#m E7 ghost calls to visit with my keys in his pocket Bm7 F#m E7 kisses in my mouth with his eyes hanging out of his sockets Bm7 F#m E7 my memories crumble under still resistance Bm7 F#m E7 i was torn out like pages from the book of existence F#m Em F#m i woke up in a strange place D F#m my mind a blur and some blood on my chin Em F#m i made a call for a blackened cab D F#m some destination was moving on in Bm F#m i remember the words that you told me, G#m F#m how they come down so hard, so plain Em Bm7 fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne
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