D Eat your words, eat your heart out Eat your words, eat your heart outD Dsus4 D Dsus4 There's not much left, just my red dressD Dsus4 D Em A just this feeling that I gotD Dsus4 D Dsus4 You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchenD Dsus4 D Em A it's my memory it's your lossD Dsus4 D Dsus4 D F#m G Bleu black, maybe you got somethingA D but the flowers grew backD Dsus4 D Dsus4 And was it familiar when you touched my sisterContinúa después del anuncioD Dsus4 D Em A God, I don't think there's a word for thatD Dsus4 D Dsus4 D F#m G Bleu black, maybe you got somethingA D but the flowers grew blackD Dsus4 D Dsus4 I gave it away, whore for a dayD Dsus4 D Em A It's so ugly, I'm still breathingD Dsus4 D Dsus4 But you never got my virgin heartD Dsus4 D Em A It stayed locked up, it's still beatingD Dsus4 D Dsus4 D F#m G Bleu black, maybe you got somethingA D but the flowers grew blackD Dsus4 D Dsus4 Eat your words, eat your hatD Dsus4 D Dsus4 Eat your words, eat your heart outD Dsus4 D Dsus4 I never felt so clean, you did the sin supremeD Dsus4 D Em A You never had a clue, you can't take it with youD Dsus4 D Dsus4 I never felt so clean, you did the sin supremeD Dsus4 D Em A You never had a clue, you can't take it with you.
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