Chrome
Matthew RyanVersion1
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Chords in this song
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It's not the things that I can't change, that bother me
It's not the things that I don't know, that undermine me
It's not the thing that I can't hold
or the balancing wire that broke, that throws me
It's not the fact that you walked out, that bewilders me
It's not the sleep that I can't steal, that wires me
It's not the coffee or the pills
it's not this space that I can't fill that kills me
We'll in case you didn't know I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been bent 'til it was twisted
And in case you didn't know I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been burned, but it's still willing to try
And shine (and shine)
It's not the drunks and their devices, that provoke me
It's not the politics of love and distance,
and all that that shit evokes in me
It's not the Sunday morning fights
or this soul on ice, that numbs me
It's not the passing of another Indian summer, that saddens me
It's not the shutter in the undertow, that bears down on me
It's not everything ending as it began
or the loneliness that grins that destroys me
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Readable chord sheet for Chrome by Matthew Ryan
[G] [C] [G] [G]
It's not the thi[G]ngs that I can't change,[C] that bother m[G]e
It's not the things that I don't know,[C] that undermine m[G]e
It's not the thing that I can't hold
[G/f#] [Em] [D]
or the balancing wire that broke, that throws me
It's not the fa[G]ct that you walked out,[C] that bewil[G]ders me
It's not the sleep that I can't steal,[C] that wires m[G]e
It's not the coffee or the pills
[G/f#] [Em] [D]
it's not this space that I can't fill that kills me
We'll in c[C]ase you didn't know I've got a h[G]eart made of chrome
It's been b[Em]ent 'til it was tw[D]isted
And in c[C]ase you didn't know I've got a h[G]eart made of chrome
It's been bu[Em]rned, but it's still w[D]illing to try
And sh[C]ine (and shine[second chorus])
[G] [C] [G] [G]
It's not the drunks and their devices, that provoke me
It's not the politics of love and distance,
and all that that shit evokes in me
It's not the Sunday morning fights
or this soul on ice, that numbs me
It's not the passing of another Indian summer, that saddens me
It's not the shutter in the undertow, that bears down on me
It's not everything ending as it began
or the loneliness that grins that destroys me
[G] [G] [C] [C] [G]