Ice Cold Flashlight Brown # # Flashlight Brown # Ice Cold # [A]Ice co[F#M]ld hig[E]h on your own instinct[D]s Warms me before I leave my pack Cause I was seriously mistaken about my friend Out do the thrills of your spectators I won't put up too much fight Cause I was seriously mistaken about my friend [A]Tunneled out [F#m]of my brain[E] with a corkscre[D]w Settled down in a field with my conviction Had a slate of manic comforts there to guide me Now I'm over it and I can get to living once a (chordiearchive.chordie.com)