G#m
Console me in my darkest hour
C#m
Convince that the truth is always gray
G#m
Caress me in your velvet chair
C#m
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
E B F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
G#m E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
B F#
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
G#m
It must be true
G#m
Console me in my darkest hour
C#m
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
G#m
I wonder what you got conspired
C#m
I'm sure it was the consolation prize
E B F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
G#m E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
B F#
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
B5 F#5
Of how you got lost
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G#5 E F#5
But you made your way back home
B5 F#5 G#5 E
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond
G#m
I heard you found a wishing well
C#m
In the city
G#m
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
C#m
And you throw me down
E B F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
G#m E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
B
Fill your crown with rumors
F# G#m
Impending doom, it must be true
B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5
But you made your way back home
B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond
B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5
And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5 B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5
I'm losing touch
