F Em F C/G F C/G Tell me a lie F C/G I'll be the first to fall F Em F C/G Give me an offer, unofferable F C/G Imagine the warmth F C/G In those tiny hands F Em That held on to a penance, F C/G I didn't deserve F C/G Don't it feel like a knife F C/G In the back of your head F Em And it reeks like an afterthought F C/G Rotten and said F Em F C/G Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead F C/G I'm bound by a drunk F C/G With a few memories F Em Of how you burn through your lovers F C/G It's like an ugly disease F C/G F Em F C/G And give me an offer, unofferable F Em It held on to a penance, F C/G I didn't deserve F Em F C/G And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead F Em F C/G And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said.
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