Locked Doors Chords

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Locked Doors - Jack’s Mannequin

Verse 1:
Bm
Okay, take a look look look at you
A
Gotta match a face with a feeling
E
Check the flash, record, start the healing
F#
Right now, right now
Bm
Stop stop stop stop stop stop, start again
A
It's hard admitting you're not fitting with your old friends
E
The clock is ticking and the clicking is the only 
  F#
thing in your head, in your head

Chorus:
D              Bm   
Pieces of your love life
     A                 E
Came crashing down and breaking up
G                A                   Bm
And locked doors aren't that hard to bust through
        D                       G
Did you stay true to what's been true to you?
E                        G
When all of the wreckage settles
     E                     G
Will all of your precious medals
G                       Bm           D
Sleep with you like the devil who seduced you?
    G                  E
You better get used to waking up alone

Verse 2: “Okay, take a look, look, look at this..."

Chorus
       G                  E           Bm
...you better get used to waking up alone

Bridge:
Bm                 E                     E
Oh, oh, my head is screaming at me, it's screaming because
 Bm       A            E   
I put my money where your mouth was, mouth was
F#                            F#
Tastes good, does it, can’t sleep because it always was that

Chorus