Hell On The Throat
Dashboard ConfessionalVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
A line of strands to mark the trail
No one said it would be easy
I must admit
I thought that risk was better
waged in younger seasons
And all these years in the cold
play hell on the throat
Until everything I say
burns like cinders
But it's hard to belong
to a girl or a song
In the crease of a strangling winter
It's strange to be lost
Stranger still to be lone on
R
the strings of a twisting line
Along the way the
turns are sharp
No one said they
would be easy
I must admit
I thought the trip was better
made in younger seasons
But all these years in pursuit
made a man of a fool
Till every word I say is on waver
Well it's hard to belong
To a girl or a song
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost
Stranger still to belong on
the strings in a twisting line
(Repeat Chorus 2)
And when the path I have made
From the grass to the grave
I will love you still
And when the sand turns to glass
And all that's left is the past
I will love you still
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Readable chord sheet for Hell On The Throat by Dashboard Confessional
[A]
[A] A line of strands[D] to mark the trail
[D]No one said[E] it would be[A] easy
[A] I must admit
[D] I thought that risk[D] was better
[E]waged in younger[A] seasons
And all these [F#m]years in the cold
play [A]hell on the throat
Until [D]everything I say
burns like [A]cinders
But it's [A]hard to be[E/G#]long
to a [F#m]girl or a [E]song
In the [D]crease of a s[E]trangling[A] winter
It's s[A]trange to be [E/G#]lost
Stranger s[F#m]till to be [E]lone on
R [E] [A]
the strings of a twisting line
[A] Along the way[D] the
turns are sharp
[D]No one said[E] they
would be [A]easy
[A] I must admit
[D] I thought the trip[D] was better
[E]made in younger[A] seasons
But all these [F#m]years in pursuit
made a [A]man of a fool
Till [D]every word I say is on [A]waver
Well it's [A]hard to be[E/G#]long
To a [F#m]girl or a [E]song
In the [D]case of a [E]selfish believer
It's s[A]trange to be [E/G#]lost
S[F#m]tranger still to [E]belong on
the s[D]trings in a [E]twisting[A] line
[B] [E] [E] [F#] [B]
(Repeat Chorus 2)
[A] And when the [E/G#]path I have[F#m] made
From the [E]grass to the[D] grave
I will [E]love you [A]still
[A] And when the [E/G#]sand turns to[F#m] glass
And all that's [E]left is the[D] past
I will [E]love you [A]still