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Are you listening 
C#m                                                  Abm 
We write a thousand pages they're torn and on the floor 
                        E                                  C#m 
Headlights hammer the windows we're locked behind these doors 
                                                Abm 
And we are never leaving this place is part of us 
                       E                              C#m 
And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch 

C#m 
My hands seem to deceive me 
                               Abm 
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy 
                     E 
The scenery's all drawn 


C#m 
They hang here from the walls dear 
                             Abm 
Painting pictures bleeding colors 
             E           B Abm 
Blanket the windows 

C#m                           B         Abm 
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe 
C#m   F#                        E 
Your eyes can see right through me 

Abm                                 F# 
These fights with your arms left beside 
                                     E 
It's one thing and one more says goodnight 
                               F# 
You've got the map come get to me 
                                   Abm 
These knuckles break before they bleed 

                                  F# 
Tear out these veins that own my heart 
                                   E 
This skin that wears your lasting marks 
                                  C#m 
I've built these walls come get to me come get to me 

C#m 
Is this your lesson a slight discretion 
                                        Abm 
The lines that keep you the lines that sweep you 
                         E 
Lock the doors from the inside 

C#m 
Your face is so contagious it wears announcements 
               Abm 
It leaves me breathless I won't forget this 
          E            B  Abm 
I won't forget 

C#m                           B         Abm 
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe 
C#m   F#                        E 
Your eyes can see right through me 

C#m 
Let the walls have their say x 
Have their say 

C#m                    E 
There's no conversation words without remorse 
C#m                E 
And this television drowns the only source 
C#m                      E 
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms 
C#m               E                     C#m    E    C#m  E 
Go to the staircase where you hold my heart