Dear Pain

F  Am
F  Am

[Verse 1]
F                       Am
I wrote my story in the sand
F                            
Walked away in shoes that were 
         Am
second hand
F                      Am
I put my pain inside a box
             F                   
I'll feel it later when I finally 
            Am
change the locks

[Verse 2]
F                             Am
Yeah, I watched ‘em drop like flies
     F                         Am
Like dominoes falling across my mind
F                            Am
Gonna need a better place to hide
F                                 
'Cause nothing's safe here, 
     Am
nothing is alright

[Chorus]
C                             G
All these years it was me and you
             Am                    
You were the dynamite and I was the
 F
 fuse
C                                
If you're gonna make me pick and 
G
choose
Am                                
I know that I'm gonna have to cut 
    F
you loose

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[Verse 3]
F                                 
I threw the apple as far as I 
  Am
could see
      F                          
Yeah, there's no shade here under 
            Am
the family tree
F                                
Yeah, there's no use crying here 
Am
alone
F                                  
We both know where they buried the 
Am
bones

[Chorus]
C                             G
All these years it was me and you
             Am                    
You were the dynamite and I was the
 F
 fuse
C                                
If you're gonna make me pick and 
G
choose
Am                                
I know that I'm gonna have to cut 
    F
you loose
C                    G
Hello pain my oldest friend
                Am               
You'd wrap your arms around me to 
            F
the bitter end
C                                
If you're gonna make me pick and 
G
choose
  Am                             
I know that I'm gonna have to cut 
     F
you loose

[Interlude]
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Am  F

[Verse 4]
F                                 
I've been running since I was 
        Am
seven years old
      F                         
Dug a hole to China, reached the 
            Am
California sands
F                      Am
I put my pain inside a box
            F                      
I guess I'll finally put it in some
        Am
 bigger hands

[Chorus]
C                             G
All these years it was me and you
Am                                
You were the dynamite and I was 
  F
the fuse
C                                
If you're gonna make me pick and 
G
choose
  Am                             
I know that I'm gonna have to cut 
     F
you loose
C                    G
Hello pain my oldest friend
Am                                
You'd wrap your arms around me to 
           F
the bitter end
C                          G
But I won't wear you for a noose
Am                                
You know that I'm gonna have to 
      F
cut you loose