Eraser Ed Sheeran
[Verse 1]
Em* Em*
I was born inside a small town, I've lost that state of mind
Em7* C* D*
Learned to sing inside the Lord's house, but stopped at the age of nine
Em*
I forget when I get awards now the wave I had to ride
Em7* C* D*
The paving stones I played upon, they kept me on the grind
Em*
So blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life
Em7* C* D*
Friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride
Em*
And when the world's against me is when I really come alive
Em7* C* D*
And everyday that Satan tempts me, I try to take it in my stride
You know that I've got [Em]whisky with white lines and smoke in my lungs
I think lif[C]e has got[D9] to the point I know without it'[D/F#]s no fun
I need to get in the ri[Em]ght mind to clear myself up
Instead, I [C]look in t[D9]he mirror questioning what I've[D/F#] become
I guess it's a [Em]stereotypical day for someone like me
Without[C] a nine-t[D9]o-five job or an [D/F#]uni degree
To be [Em]caught up in the trappings of the industry
Showed me the l[C]ocked doo[D9]rs I find another use for the k[D/F#]ey, and you'll see
[Precborus 1]
[C9]I'm well a[G]ware of certain [D]things that will des[Em7]troy a man like me
[C9] But with that [G]said give me one [E7sus4]more, higher
[Cborus 1]
[Em] A[C]nother one to t[D9]ake the [D/F#]sting a[Em]way
I am [C]happy on my [D9]own, so [D/F#]here I'll [Em]stay
Save your [C]lovin' arms [D9]for a [D/F#]rainy [Em]day
And I'll find [C]comfort in my [D9]pain, eraser
[Verse 2]
I used to think that nothing [Em]could be better than touring the world with my songs
I chased the [C]pictured perfect life, I think [D9]they painted it wron[D/F#]g
I think that [Em]money is the root of evil and fame is hell
Relation[C]ships and hearts you fixed, [D9]they break as w[D/F#]ell
And [Em]ain't nobody wanna see you down in the dumps
Because you're [C]living your dream, man, [D9]this sh*t should be [D/F#]fun
Please know that [Em]I'm not trying to preach like I'm Reverend Run
I beg you, [C]don't be disappointed with the [D9]man I've beco[D/F#]me
Our conver[Em]sations with my father on the A14
Age tw[C]elve telling me I've gotta ch[D9]ase those dre[D/F#]ams
Now I'm [Em]playing for the people, dad, and they know me
With my [C]beat and small guitar wearing the[D9] same old je[D/F#]ans
Wembley [Em]Stadium crowds two hundred and forty thou
I may have [C]grown up but I hope that [D9]Damien's proud
And to the [Em]next generation, inspiration's allowed
The world may be [C]filled with hate but ke[D9]ep erasing it now, somehow
[Precborus 2]
[C9]I'm well a[G]ware of certain [D]things that will des[Em7]troy a man like me
[C9] But with that [G]said give me one [E7sus4]more, higher
[Cborus 2]
[Em] A[C]nother one to t[D9]ake the [D/F#]sting a[Em]way
I am [C]happy on my [D9]own, so [D/F#]here I'll [Em]stay
Save your [C]lovin' arms [D9]for a [D/F#]rainy [Em]day
And I'll find [C]comfort in my [D9]pain, era[D/F#]ser
[Em] And I'll find [C]comfort in my [D9]pain, er[D/F#]aser
[Em] And I'll find [C]comfort in my [D9]pain, er[D/F#]aser[Em]
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