Renegade

[Verso 1]


A           B 
I know your type, I can’t stay long, 

There’s nobody home, but your lights are on. 
              A         B 
Why don’t you send me a message? 

Why don’t you give me a sign? 

And we can stop pretending, and get out on the line. 


 
G         A        Bm               A/C# 
Get in on my side, tell me what you like, 
G         A               F#m 
Get in on my side, radio on. 


[Refrão]

D 
So come and try me, don’t try to fight it, 
F#m 
It’s burning somewhere, I can’t deny it, 
G                                             Em 
And we can leave here, I’ll never need this again. 
D 
I’m sick of reason, I’ll sink my teeth in, 
F#m 
A vessel for my desperation, 
G                                           Em 
So far from here, you and me, everything we said. 


[Verso 2]


B 
Knuckles white, we’re getting on, 

Out of sight, I think that you belong. 

Pre-Chorus 
G         A        Bm               A/C# 
Get in on my side, tell me what you like, 
G         A               F#m 
Get in on my side, radio on. 


[Refrão]

D 
So come and try me, don’t try to fight it, 
F#m 
It’s burning somewhere, I can’t deny it, 
G                                             Em 
And we can leave here, I’ll never need this again. 
D 
I’m sick of reason, I’ll sink my teeth in, 
F#m 
A vessel for my desperation, 
G                                           Em 
So far from here, you and me, everything we said. 

Middle 8 

D 
Won’t you rest on me, won’t you open up, 
F#m 
Not looking for love in your sunken love, 
G 
Won’t you rest on me, 
                                 Em 
I’ll never need this again. 


[Refrão]

D 
So come and try me, don’t try to fight it, 
F#m 
It’s burning somewhere, I can’t deny it, 
G                                             Em 
And we can leave here, I’ll never need this again. 
D 
I’m sick of reason, I’ll sink my teeth in, 
F#m 
A vessel for my desperation, 
G                                           Em 
So far from here, you and me, everything we said. 

Outro 

D 
It’s us they’ll envy, our gods and our friends, 
F#m 
We’re far too mortal to stand and pretend, 
G                                      Em 
That what we’re given, can’t be taken away. 

A B