E, H, F#, G#mi, E, H, F#, F#G#mi, C#, G#mi, C#
V1:
G#miConsole me in my darkest hour,
C#convince me that the truth is always grey.
G#miCaress me in your velvet chair,
C#conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
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EI ain't in no Hhurry, you go F#run and tell your
G#mifriends I'm F#losing touch.
EFill their heads with Hrumours of impending F#doom
it must be true.
G#mi, C#
V2:
G#miConsole me in my darkest hour,
C#and tell me that you always hear my cries.
G#miI wonder what you got conspired,
C#I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
®2
EI ain't in no Hhurry, you go F#run and tell your
G#mifriends I'm F#losing touch.
EFill the night with Hstories, the legend F#grows,
of how you got Hlost, F#but you C#mimade your G#miway back Ehome.
You sold your Hsoul, F#like a C#miroaming G#mivagabond, Eyeah!
Br:
G#miI heard you found a wishing well, in the city.
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
®3
EI ain't in no Hhurry, you go F#run and tell your
G#mifriends I'm F#losing touch.
EFill your crown with Hrumours.F#F#7Impending Edoom H, F#it must be G#mitrue.
E, H, F#, F#H, F#But you C#mimade your G#miway back Ehome.
You sold your Hsoul, F#like a C#miroaming G#mivagaEbond.
And about how you got Hlost, F#but you C#mimade your G#miway back Ehome.
You went and sold your Hsoul, F#an alleC#migiance G#midead and Egone.
I'm losing touch.
H, F#, C#mi, G#mi, E, …
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