The Music Was to Blame Peace
[Intro]
[Am] [G] [E]
[Verse]
[Am]There's nothing I can do[G], I guess, to f[E]eel less
Over the w[Am]eather, feet together, stuck in the [E]mess
M[Am]aybe she's blu[G]e, I guess, but i[E]f she left
Would there be anything her[Am]e? Just a dripping sp[G]here, a lonely sp[E]eck
[Pre Cborus]
[F]Oh no, [Fm]no, if you [Em]keep on striking [Am]matches [G]one day
[F]The splinters in your fingers will [G]turn around and say
[Cborus]
[C]Oh you're [E]terrible peopl[Am]e and now you've got no [F]corners left to turn
No [G]matches left to burn
[C]Sweet, sweet, t[E]errible people[Am], you said that when you b[F]urned out of your brain
The music was to [G]blame
[Instrumental]
[Am] [G] [E]
[Verse]
[Am]I'm mad at the [G]world today cause she d[E]idn't say
stop or [Am]go or leave me a[G]lone I'm not in the [E]mood
[Pre Cborus]
[F]Oh no, [Fm]no, if you [Em]keep on striking [Am]matches [G]one day
[F]The splinters in your fingers will [G]turn around and say
[Cborus]
[F]Oh no, [Fm]no, if you k[Em]eep on marching [Am]tragic
[G]Intern[F]ational shame
T[G]he stupid were to blame
[Pre Cborus]
[C]Oh you're [E]terrible peopl[Am]e and now you've got no [F]corners left to turn
No [G]matches left to burn
[C]Sweet, sweet, t[E]errible people[Am], I'm saying that when the [F]world gets turned to dust
The music's gonna [G]stop
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