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Asmi
1. Console me in my darkest hour,
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convince me that the truth is always grey.
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Caress me in your velvet chair,
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conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
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R: I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your
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friends I'm losing touch.
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Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
it must be true.
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2. Console me in my darkest hour,
and tell me that you always hear my cries.
I wonder what you got conspired,
I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
E H F#
R2:I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your
Asmi F#
friends I'm losing touch.
E H F#
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
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of how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
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You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
Asmi
I heard you found a wishing well, in the city.
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
E H F#
R3:I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your
Asmi F#
friends I'm losing touch.
E H F#
Fill your crown with rumours.
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Impending doom it must be true.
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But you made your way back home.
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You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond.
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And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
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You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
I'm losing touch.
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