Radical Face - Black Eyes

      
 
 F#m 
  
 F#m A E A 
     
 
 F#m                       E              A  
 when you last left me, my blood was in a jar
        D       A       E     F#m   
 and you kept it on your mantelpiece
  F#m                         E              A      
 I couldn't count on anyone to stand there behind me
    D        A         E           D        F#m  
 and keep the dogs from dragging me off with them
 
 D       F#m    D         A 
 while I slept, you crept in
                F#m        E        A     E 
 and pulled the rug right out from under me
 D      F#m    D          A 
 in the rain, you stole away
              F#m         E       A      E  
 and took the parts that kept me functioning
     F#m               D            A              E                F#m 
 now my heart will be blacker than your eyes when I'm through with you
 
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 NC~ F#m
 and I said: ?This life ain't no love song.?
 E                  A      
 while I marched on blindly
        D        A         E         F#m 
 and my knuckles dragged across the walls
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 and the birds up there mock me
         E                A     
 and the scenery's turned wicked
          D      A        E          F#m   
 and your name is trapped beneath my tongue
 
 F#m        A         B             D             F#m 
 all of the roads are one now, each choice is the same
         A               B              D             F#m 
 all the roads, they are one now, each choice is the same
         A       B             D                F#m 
 I won't show my hands now, I know this ain't a game
         A               B             D           
 all the roads, they are one now, each choice is...
 
 F#m                D                  A          
 take a step, take another step, take another step
        E                   F#m 
 not a care for where they fall
                             D                       A            
 you burned me, yeah, you've burned me, yeah, you've burned me now
 E            F#m  
 one too many times
                     B        
 my thoughts are the cold kind
        A                    E                     
 I got storm clouds that are brewing behind my eyes
 
     F#m               D           A               E               F#m 
 and my heart will be blacker than your eyes when I'm through with you.