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Am  D  G  Am



[Verse 1]
 Am                             D
The first girl that I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter
 G                                      Am
She smoldered with her will to save the world
                                D
I did my best to help her, yeah, I stood shoulder to shoulder
 G                                    Am
On the front lines with my visionary girl


[Pre-Chorus 1]
Dm
I wish that she had cared for me
 G                        C
But in the end her ideologies
           G                   A    A5
Occupied the fortress of her heart
Am Dm                                           G    E
I wrote her fifteen songs, but still we had to part


[Chorus 1]
 F                     Fm
And if music was the food of love
 C             G             Am
Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
 F      N.C.
Well, music
                         C
It's my substitute for love


[Verse 2]
Am                                     Dm            D
The last girl that I loved, she was a low and lusty liar
G                                     Am
She set my heart on fire but made me choke
                                        D
Her beauty was a sight to see but she didn't save it all for me
G                                      A    Am
I found other fires by following the smoke


[Pre-Chorus 2]
D                                     G
I wish that she had either cared for me or let be me
C                          Bm               Am
But she chased me from my mind and from my home
D                                        G
I wrote her sixteen songs but ended up alone


[Chorus 2]
F                                      G
And if love is really all that we need
C                  G                         Am
Then even all my whining is never gonna save me
F           Fm      G   F        C
Music, it's my substitute for love


[Bridge]
Am                             G                 C  F  C
Well, I've had many different doms inside my head
Am              G              F
But only one or two inside my bed
C       D                  C           G
These days I cuddle up to my guitar instead
F                     Fm
But oh, what I would give
C                      G               Am
Not to stumble but to really fall in love
F
And I could substitute my singing for
Fm                    F              C
The sound of someone tied up next to me