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Intro: E  B  C#m  A 


Verse I: 

E                              B 
You better watch yourself this time 
                            C#m 
Or you're waiting in a long line 
                      A 
Of kicking off a slow crime 
E                               B 
I guess the Devil wouldn't have you 
                                    C#m 
But you're used to what you're used to 
                           A 
You always seem to somehow make it through  
  F#m                A 
I know, I let myself go but 
             E                          B     C 
I try to lay low but it's so hard to be alone 
  C#m                  A 
I know I never took my own advice 
                E                                B     C 
Chased a couple rollin' dice somewhere I don't belong 



C#m                 A     
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could 
E                                B                  C 
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood 
C#m                 A 
I can't make myself do right on Friday night 
E                                B                 C      C#m   A 
When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light 



Verse II: 

E                          B 
Another night another rope burn 
                            C#m 
Well I guess that it was my turn 
                        A 
To wash all of the pain down 
E                       B 
Maybe you were just a decoy 
                              C#m 
It doesn't matter much to me, noise 
                                 A 
It covered up the voices I don't want to hear 
F#m          A 
I let myself go again 
                   E                          B     C 
I tried to let you go, but it's so hard to be alone 
  C#m                  A 
I know I never take my own advice 
               E                                B     C 
I get tired of playin nice and cut right to the bone 



C#m                 A     
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could 
E                                B                  C 
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood 
C#m                 A 
I can't make myself do right on Friday night 
E                                B                 C      C#m   A 
When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light
 


Instrumental Break: (same as intro)  E  B  C#m  A 

(KEY CHANGE) 


D#m                 B 
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could 
F#                               C#                 D 
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood 
D#m                 B 
I can't make myself do right on Friday night 
F#                              C#                D      D#m   B 
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light 
              F#    C#  D 
Bigger in the ligh
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Outro: (same as Chorus) C#m A E B C C#m A