Already Dead Beck # [D]Time wears away all the [D7]pleasures of the [D]day All the t[F]reasures [C]you could [D]hold [D]Days turn to sand, losing str[D7]ength in every h[D]and They can[F]'t hold y[C]ou any[D]more [D7] [D] Chorus: [D]Already dead to [D]me now, [D]already dead to [D]me now [D7] 'Cause it [F]feels like I'm wa[C]tching something dy[D]ing [D]Love looks away in the h[D7]arsh light of the d[D]ay On the [F]edge of n[C]othing mo[D]re [D]Days fade to black in the [D7]light of what the (chordiearchive.chordie.com)