Breeze

                 Eb
Precious love is random
F                           Gm
But we inhale the slightest breeze
                 Eb   B
Men can cure the symptoms
          Cm           Gm
But never cure the disease

                       F
What I discovered in a corner of my
Gm
mind

Tells me it's time to face the truth
I tried to fight it but it's 
F
powerful
    B
and blind
             F              B
And tells me what I long to do

Gm                     F     
When every lie is only mirrored 
      Gm
verity

And every sin a cry for help
                              F
When you say things you never wanted
 to
   B
be said
              F             B
You know it's time to walk ahead

                    Eb B
Will I ever beat my demons?
       Cm          Gm
Will I ever bear myself?

                 Eb
Precious love is random
F                           Gm
But we inhale the slightest breeze
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                 Eb  B
Men can cure the symptoms
          Cm           Gm
But never cure the disease
                  Eb
When moments seem eternal
F                     Gm
We should satisfy our needs
                           Eb B
'Cause when the drought is coming
               Cm             Gm
We should have filled our magazines

                           F
In ever vice you'll find a little
    Gm
purity

And darkness shows the smallest 
spark
                         F
In the calm you feel the lightest
       B
summer wind
            F               B
And tide is followed by the flood

                       F        Gm
A drop can overflow an ocean easily

A moment can destroy a life
                       F
A little failure is enough to lose 
your
B
course
             F               B
To find your way back may be hard

                    Eb B
Will I ever beat my demons?
        Cm            Gm
Are the demons bad at all?


                Eb
Precious love is random
F                           Gm
But we inhale the slightest breeze
                 Eb  B
Men can cure the symptoms
          Cm           Gm
But never cure the disease
                  Eb
When moments seem eternal
F                     Gm
We should satisfy our needs
                           Eb B
'Cause when the drought is coming
               Cm             Gm
We should have filled our magazines

                Eb
Precious love is random
F                           Gm
But we inhale the slightest breeze
                 Eb  B
Men can cure the symptoms
          Cm           Gm
But never cure the disease
                  Eb
When moments seem eternal
F                     Gm
We should satisfy our needs
                           Eb B
'Cause when the drought is coming
               Cm             Gm
We should have filled our magazines

Eb              B
Filled our magazines