Before The Soul Goes To Waste taby ukulele według Fabrizio

CAPO 4
 
[Intro]
 
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[Verse 1]
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I was young, and fragile, when the 
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liquor took hold
   Em         G              Am       
It came as a friend, but it left as a 
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foe
         Em       G           Am   
And if I could go back to the very 
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first sip
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I'd clean up the wounds that the booze 
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bandaged
 
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    Em        G           Am       
Two fifths of whiskey to start the 
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night off
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Get drunk with the moon, go to bed with
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 the sun
       Em          G         Am     
Next mornin', the taste of familiar 
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regret
Em           G          Am           
Sip on the poison, slow death's what 
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you get

 
[Chorus]
        G         Am               Em
But the craving is worse than last time
   G               Am      Em
If I don't quit soon it'll claim me for
 life
    G          Am           Em
I'm scared to try one more time
                G         Am           
'Cause when I relapse, it feels like a 
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crime
 
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[Verse 2]
            Em        G             
There was a time when drinkin' felt 
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like makin' love
        Em            G              
Now that woman wants more , but I've 
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had enough
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I'm weary, and I'm a fool, for falling 
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in temptation
   Em           G           Am        
It pulls on my strings and I lose the 
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hesitation
 
[Chorus]
        G         Am               Em
But the craving is worse than last time
   G               Am      Em
If I don't quit soon it'll claim me for
 life
    G          Am           Em
I'm scared to try one more time
                G         Am           
'Cause when I relapse, it feels like a 
 Em
crime
                G         Am           
'Cause when I relapse, it feels like a 
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crime
 
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[Verse 3]
        Em        G             
I don't trust the bottle or its 
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intentions for my life
   Em             G             Am    
It wakes up the ghosts that my father 
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left behind
         Em   G            Am   
And if I must return to my old, 
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deranged ways
    Em           G              Am   
Get rid of the body, before the soul 
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goes to waste
 
[Outro]
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