Intro: A | C#m | A | Bm | F#m

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C#m                                 A

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in

              Bm                        F#m
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all sides. 

A                 F#m   E  G#m     F#m
Why did you not include me on your list?

A                     F#m E    G#m        F#m
Let me in through the ceiling. White lips kissed. 
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F#m           C#m 
Our love is a fickle love, 

       F#m               E
keeps itself locked in a suitcase.

      D           C#m 
To be ready to go always. 

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F#m      C#m                                F#m
         I won't cry when the silver lining shows, 

           Bm                          F#m
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both hands. 

C#m                                F#m
Worrying is the breathing that you need, 
         Bm                         F#m

So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall. 

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A | F#m | E | G#m | F#m

A                           F#m  E     G#m        F#m
Things that are supposed to mean lots, leave you cold. 

A          F#m  E G#m    F#m
And with a malady of the soul. 
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F#m           C#m
Our love is a tricky love, 

        F#m                E
bet you know this, bet you noticed. 

      D                C#m
Bet you know, which is why. 
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Bm            A           Bm     F#m
I should know better than anyone ever could. 

Bm        A        Bm        F#m
Soon as I let go, everything falls apart. 
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F#m      C#m                                F#m
         I won't cry when the silver lining shows, 

           Bm                         F#m
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both hands. 

C#m                                F#m
Worrying is the breathing that you need, 
         Bm                        F#m

So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall. 

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C#m | A | Bm | F#m
C#m | A | Bm | F#m | C#m