Pins and Needles The Birthday Massacre
Once a night, [Am]the bedroom lig[C]ht
[D] Leads out from i[F]nside my wi[G]ndow
[Am] Eyes white,[C] I keep out of sight
[D] This city's just not [F]pretty like it [G]used to be
[Am] It's always a nigh[C]tmare, it's never a dr[D]eam
The promise we made[F] to kill the [G]days between
[Am] They live in the he[C]artbeat and sleep till the l[D]ight is gone
It's been so l[Am]ong[C]
[D]Feels like pins and [F]needles in my he[Am]art[C] [D] [F]
So [Am]long[C]
[D]I can feel it [F]tearing me a[Am]part[C] [D] [F]
[Am] To the bed,[C] the left unsaid
[D] Crawl in from ou[F]tside my win[G]dow
[Am] Hands red[C] and cold as the dead
[D] A pity they're not [F]pretty like they [G]used to be
[Am] It's always a nigh[C]tmare, it's never a dr[D]eam
The promise we made[F] to kill the [G]days between
[Am] They live in the he[C]artbeat and sleep till the l[D]ight is gone
It's been so l[Am]ong[C]
[D]Feels like pins and [F]needles in my he[Am]art[C] [D] [F]
So [Am]long[C]
[D]I can feel it [F]tearing me a[Am]part[C] [D] [F]
[Am] It's never a whi[C]sper, it's always a scr[D]eam
The promise we make[F] to kill the [G]time between
[Am] They live in the he[C]artbeat and sleep till the l[D]ight is gone
It's been so l[Am]ong[C]
[D]Feels like pins and [F]needles in my he[Am]art[C] [D] [F]
So [Am]long[C]
[D]I can feel it [F]tearing me a[Am]part [C] [D] [F]
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