| E | B | A | E | |
| Ano | ther sentimenta | l argument a | nd bitter lo | ve. |
| A | E | A | B | |
| Fucke | d without a kis | s again and dragged | it through the m | ud. |
| E | B | A | E | |
| Yel | ling at brick w | alls and pun | ching window | s made of stone. |
| A | E | A | B | |
| The w | orry rock has t | urned to dust and f | allen on our prid | e. |
| C#m | G#m | |
| A k | nocked down dragged ou | t fight. |
| A | E | |
| Fat l | ips and open woun | ds. |
| C#m | G#m | F#m | B | |
| An | other wasted ni | ght and no one | will take the fa | ll. |
| Where do we go from here? |
| And what did you do with the directions? |
| Promise me no dead end streets |
| And I'll guarantee we'll have the road. |
| (Thanks to jsosnow351@AOL.COM for correcting these lyrics) |
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