[Am]A dying fl[D]ame

[Bm]you're free [Em]again

[Am7]who could [D]love

[G]and do that to you.



[Am7]All dressed in b[D]lack

[Bm]he won't be com[Em]ing back.

[Am7]Save your [D]tears

[Esus4]you've got years and ye[E7]ars.



[Am7]The pains of se[D]venteens

[Bm]unreal, they're on[Em]ly dreams.

[Am7]Save your cryi[D]ng

for the [Esus4]day.[E7]



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[Am7]Fool, if you think it's [D]over,

[G]'cos you said goodb[Em]ye.

[Am7]Fool, if you think it's [D]over,

I'll tell you [Esus4]why.[E7]

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[Am7]New born eyes always [D]cry with pain

at the [G]first look at the morning [Em]sun

[Am7]Fool, if you think it's [D]over,

it's just be[Esus4]gun.[E7]



[Am]Miss teenage [D]dream

[Bm]Such a tragic s[Em]cene

[Am7]he knocked your [D]crown

[G]and ran away.



[Am7]First wound of p[D]ride

[Bm]but how you cri[Em]ed and cried

[Am7]but save your [D]tears

[Esus4]you've years and [E7]years.



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