Losing Touch
The Killers
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Am Console me in my darkest hourDm Convince that the truth is always grayAm Caress me in your velvet chairDm Conceal me from the ghost you cast awayF C G I'm in no hurry, you go runAm And tell your friends I'm losingF touchC Fill their heads with rumors ofG impending doomAm It must be trueAm Console me in my darkest hourDm And tell me that you'll always hear my criesAm I wonder what you got conspiredContinues after the adDm I'm sure it was the consolation prizeF C G I'm in no hurry, you go runAm And tell your friends I'm losingF touchC Fill the night with stories, theG legend growsC G Of how you got lostDm Am F But you made your way back homeC G Dm You sold your soul, like a romanAm vagabondAm I heard you found a wishing wellDm In the cityAm Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)Dm And you throw me downF C G I'm in no hurry, you go runAm And tell your friends I'm losingF touchC Fill your crown with rumorsG Am Impending doom, it must be trueC G Dm Am F But you made your way back homeC G Dm You sold your soul, like a romanAm F vagabondC G And all that now you got lost, butDm Am F you made your way back homeC G You went and sold your soul, anDm Am F allegiance dead and goneC G Dm Am F I'm losing touch
Composition: Brandon Flowers, Mark Stoermer, Dave Keuning, and Ronnie Vannucci
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