CIFRA
E A#m
All I can ever be to you, is a darkness that we knew,
A G#m F#m E A F#
And this regret I got ac-customed to.
E A#m
Once it was so right, when we were at our high,
A G#m F#m E A F#
Waiting for you in the hotel at night.
E A#m
I knew I hadn’t met my match, but every moment we could snatch.
A G#m F#m E A F#
I don’t know why I got so attached.
E A#m
It’s my responsibility, and you don’t owe nothing to me,
A G#m F#m G#m
But to walk away; I have no capacity.
Refrão
A F#m G#m C#m
He walks a-way; the sun goes down.
A F#m G#m C#m
He takes the day, but I’m grown.
A F#m G#m C#m
And in your grey, in this blue shade,
F# G#m A
My tears dry on their own.
E A#m
I don’t understand; why do I stress a man,
A G#m F#m E A F#
When there’s so many better things at hand?
E A#m
We could a never had it all; we had to hit a wall,
A G#m F#m E A F#
So this is inevitable withdrawal.
E A#m
Even if I stop wanting you, a perspective pushes through,
A G#m F#m E A F#
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon.
E A#m
I can’t play myself again, I should just be my own best friend,
A G#m F#m G#m
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.
Refrão
A F#m G#m C#m
He walks a-way; the sun goes down.
A F#m G#m C#m
He takes the day, but I’m grown.
A F#m G#m C#m
And in your grey, in this blue shade,
F# G#m A
My tears dry on their own.
A
So we are history; your shadow covers me, the sky above, a blaze…
Refrão
G# C#m
He walks away; the sun goes down.
A
He takes the day, but I’m grown.
B
And in your grey, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own.
E A#m
I wish I could say no regrets, and no emotional debts,
A G#m F#m E A F#
‘Cos as we kiss good-bye the sun sets.
E A#m
So we are history; the shadow covers me,
A G#m F#m G#m
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.
Refrão 2x
A F#m G#m C#m
He walks a-way; the sun goes down.
A F#m G#m C#m
He takes the day, but I’m grown.
A F#m G#m C#m
And in your grey, in this blue shade,
F# G#m A
My tears dry on their own.
Refrão
A F#m G#m C#m
He walks a-way; the sun goes down.
A F#m G#m C#m
He takes the day, but I’m grown.
A F#m G#m C#m
And in your grey, in this blue shade,
A F#m G#m C#m
My tears dry…

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