Sand

Bb

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I'd like to believe in one thing
          Bb     F
 that you say to me
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Would you like to leave? When I 
Gm                     Bb        
try to talk at all, it turns out 
   F
to be

Gm          Bb           F      
Turn on the stove in the little 
                   Gm             
tiny room that our friend calls a 
Bb
home
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Gm                    Bb         
   My head fills with heat from 
   F                     
the knife in your hand to 
Gm
miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine

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I'd like to understand what you 
Gm                 Bb      F
think about why it seems so bad
Bb        F                Gm   
It's only escape from everything
                   Bb           F
 I know I'm weak I know that I'm sad

Gm          Bb           F      
Turn on the stove in the little 
                   Gm             
tiny room that our friend calls a 
Bb
home
Gm                    Bb         
   My head fills with heat from 
   F                     
the knife in your hand to 
Gm
myyyyyyyyyyyy

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sand
         Bb     F

Bb          F         Gm