Bm D A G
Bm D A G

[Verse 1]
Bm                        D
Some nights I thirst for real blood
       A                G        Bm
For real knives, for real cries
                                 D
And then the flash of steel from real guns
        A                   G      A
In real life really fills my mind

[Pre-Chorus]
                   G               D
I really miss what really did exist
                          A      Em
When I held your throat so tight
                    G
And I miss the bus as it swerved from us
    D                         A
And came crashing to its side

[Verse 2]
Bm                         D
Some nights the blood from real cuts
        A                        Em  G  Bm
Feels real nice when it's really mine
                         D
And if you want it to be real
               A
Come over for one night
                   G
And we can really, really climb

[Pre-Chorus]
A
Cause blue bridge lights
      G                      D
Might really burn most bright
                           A
While we watch that dark lake rise
Em
And if you really want to see
     G                         D
What really matters most to me
            A
Just take a real short drive

[Bridge]
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[Verse 3]
     Em          A           D
It’s just a drive into the dark stretch
             A
Long stretch of night
                  G              Bm
Really stretch this shaking mind
                        D
And this room, unlit, unheated
             A
And the ceiling striped
                  G
And the dark black blinds
                    A
I want to know this time

[Pre-Chorus]
A
If you're really finally mine
  G                                 D
I need to know that you're not lying
                              A
And so I want to see you tried
Em
And I don't want to hear you say
   G                            D
It shouldn't really be this way
                                 A
Because I like this way just fine

[Chorus]
Em                        G
'Cause there's nothing quite like
               D
The blinding light
                    A
That curtains cast aside
Em                  G                D
And no attempt is made to explain away
                            A                            Em
Things that really, really, really, really, really are behind

[Outro]
          G               D              A     Em
You can't hide, you can't hide, you can't hide
          G               D              A     Em
You can't hide, you can't hide, you can't hide

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