All Of This Could Have Been Yours

Shooter Jennings

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Tom:
Afinação:
[Intro]
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Db A B I had a cure, for your disease
Db But you threw it away
A B And you made it clear i was not welcome on these seas
Db And you threw it away
E B Db So i sailed and i sailed for so long
E B Db My hair grew long and my heart grew cold
E B Db I face certain death without you near
E B Db And i felt the storm and swam until the skies were clear
E B F# E Db And i found a home along this crooked road
A And all of this would have been
B Db All of this could have been yours
A All of this should have been
B Db All of this could have been yours
Dbm F# Black clouds roll, right over red doors
Dbm As the waves were high
F# So was i
Dbm And the moon never looked so angry
F# As when your walls came crumbling down
A It was so beautiful
G# It was so peaceful
F# All the destruction, it was quiet
A All of this would have been
B Db All of this could have been yours
[Solo] Db A B Db
Db A B Db
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( Db A F#m )
Db A F#m All that you love, will be carried away
Db A F#m Oh, all that you love, will be carried away
Db All of my pain, that you put on my name
A F#m All of my doubt, and all of my shame
Db All of my guilt, my denial and fear
A F#m All of my hatred and all of my tears
Db All of the time that i couldnt go home
A F#m All of the times that i froze all alone
Db All of the sadness all of the lies
A F#m All of the shadows that blackened my eyes
Db All of the servants, who cheated, who stole
A F#m All of the colors from the depths of my soul
Db All of the wounded, that you left for dead
A F#m Now creep in the corner, they're all in my head
Db All of the dreams that you made nightmares
A F#m All of the silence, deafening stares
Db All of the ships who can't carry loads
A F#m You wrecked in anger, along distant shores
A All of this would have been
B F# All of this could have been yours
A All of this should have been
B Db All of this could have been yours
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