Losing Touch The Killers
Console me in my darkest hour
C[Dm]onvince that the truth is always gray
C[Am]aress me in your velvet chair
C[Dm]onceal me from the ghost you cast away
I[F]'m in no h[C]urry, you go [G]run
And tell your f[Am]riends I'm losing t[F]ouch
Fill their heads with rum[C]ors of impending [G]doom
It must be t[Am]rue
C[Am]onsole me in my darkest hour
A[Dm]nd tell me that you'll always hear my cries
I[Am] wonder what you got conspired
I[Dm]'m sure it was the consolation prize
I[F]'m in no hu[C]rry, you go r[G]un
And tell your fr[Am]iends I'm losing t[F]ouch
Fill the night with sto[C]ries, the legend g[G]rows
Of how you got [C]lo[G]st
But you m[Dm]ade your [Am]way back home[F]
You sold your [C]sou[G]l, like a r[Dm]oman v[Am]agabon[F]d
I[Am] heard you found a wishing well
I[Dm]n the city
C[Am]onsole me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
A[Dm]nd you throw me down
I[F]'m in no hu[C]rry, you go [G]run
And tell your fr[Am]iends I'm losing t[F]ouch
Fill your crown with ru[C]mors
Impending d[G]oom, it must be[Am] true
[C] [G]But you [Dm]made your[Am] way back hom[F]e
You sold your [C]sou[G]l, like a r[Dm]oman [Am]vagabond[F]
And all that now you got [C]los[G]t, but you [Dm]made your[Am] way back [F]home
You went and sold your [C]sou[G]l, an a[Dm]llegiance[Am] dead and go[F]ne
I'm losing t[C]ou[G]ch[Dm] [Am] [F]
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