34 Winters The Badlees
life as we know [G]it has come to an end
a su[C]burban catastrophe
it's ti[G]me to start mourning the death of a friend
who's s[C]tanding in front of me
and I c[G]an't stop the hatred that wells up inside
as I lo[C]ok for a glimmer in his vacant eyes
and I c[G]an't do a damn thing 'cause I can't feel a damn thing
with a [C]hole in my heart that's a thousand miles wide
'cause the s[Em]mile has l[D]eft his f[G]ace
the por[Em]trait of happ[D]iness he can't ret[C]race
g[Em]one is the lo[D]ve that o[A]nce lived there
it's co[C]ld as a stone, cold as a stone
it's l[G]aid out before him with trembling hands
but the p[C]arts don't seem to fit
and the 3[G]4 winters haven't left him as cold
as this o[C]ne conversation did
and I do[G]n't understand with eyes open wide
why you [C]see love so clearly but it still leaves you blind
and I ca[G]n't do a damn thing, 'cause I can't say a damn thing
and I ca[C]n't stop this woman from pushing him aside
'cause the sm[Em]ile has l[D]eft his f[G]ace
the p[Em]ortrait of ha[D]ppiness he ca[C]n't retrace
[Em]gone is the l[D]ove that o[A]nce lived there
it's c[C]old as a stone, cold as a stone
l[G]ife as we know it has come to an end
nothing can [C]be the same
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