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All On Black Chords

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INTRO
Am  G  F

         Am               F                G
I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in
   And a stab in the back left you bleeding on the floor
And I'm mourning the death, the recent passing of your insides
     I smile in regret every time I think of how I spoke to you

Am  G  F

         Am             F               G
I put it all in back of my mind where I hold you
I'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes
And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens
I'm just trying to relax as the killer's waiting right outside my door

F
What's black and white?
G
   What's read all over?
F                  G
   This tired book, this organ donor

Am                         F
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
          G
It hasn't rained in years
Am                       F              G       
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
Am                       F                 G
Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home
Am                                F                   G
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know

Am  G  F

           Am                F                G
I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom
     And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall
 And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat
    That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you

F
What's upside down?
G
    What's coated in silver?
F                  G
   This crucifix is my four leaf clover

Am                         F
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
          G
It hasn't rained in years
Am                       F              G       
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
Am                       F                 G
Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home
Am                                F                   G
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know

C                 F
One of these days, it's gonna catch up to you
Am                        G            F
Throwing looks like those around
C                   F
One of these nights, I promise to you
Am                    G
I'll soon be sleeping sound
   F
As soon as I leave town

C  F  Am  G   x2

C  G  F
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