Chained to the Couch Chords by The Devil Makes Three

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[A] Well it's hot like couch [Am] and I'm chained to the couch and [F] my brain spits bad [E] ideas out
of my mouth [A] like a thousand words.
[Am] _ Circuits burst, [F] _ crowds scream and [E] here comes a [C] hearse and [A] I'm jumping [Am] out of my chest [F] as
the crowds begin to [E] scream.
[A] And the winos wait [Am] in the bar [F] rooms to drink away [E] the dreams.
And I [Am] can [A] hear years [Am] worth of traffic [F] outside on that [E] dirty street.
I can see [A] the lights turn [Am] from red to black [F] to blue to brown [E] to green.
And [A] I've been staring [Am] for so long [F]
my eyes begin [E] to bleed.
Yes [C] I've [A] been staring [Am] for so long [F] my eyes begin [E] to bleed.
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_ When I [Am] was a young one they told me I [D] let my right set the [A] door and as [C] I grow older
this [Em] becomes [D] true more and more.
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Now I'm just [Am] staring _ _ out that [D] open door.
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I should be [Am] screaming _ [Em] but I ain't got [D] no tears [Am] no [A] more.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] I ain't got no [F] tears, I ain't got [E] no [C] tears [A] no more.
_ [Am] _ _ I ain't [G] got no tears, [F] I ain't got [E] no tears [A] no more.
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[A] _ Guess I [Am] lost a few things that [F] were dear to me.
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[A] Like my arms and my legs [Am] and my body and my soul [F] and my will to speak.
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[A] Now they're just sliding [Am] _ fast towards [F] that ocean [E] floor beneath.
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[A] Trying to [Am] not be pulled under by [F] the waves [E] and the weeds. _ _
[A] _ Rain [Am] on the roof fit together [F] so click like a [E] telemate's shoe.
It's like [A] pull, [Am] aim, click, _ [F] bang, soar and [E] shoot. _ _
[A] And the rain and the [Am] wind they lick my skin [F] till it's [E] freezing smooth.
[A] They heal over [Am] years [F] of a thousand bloody [E] wounds.
Oh yes [A] they heal [Am] over years of [F] a thousand bloody [E] wounds.
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[A] _ _ When I [Am] was a young one they told me I [G] let my rights at the [A] door
and as [Am] I grow older this becomes true [D] more and more.
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[A] _ Now I'm [C] just staring _ [Em]
out that [D] open door.
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[A] I should [Am] be screaming but I ain't got [D] no [G] tears no [A]
more.
_ _ [Am] _ _ I [Em] ain't got no tears, [F] I ain't got [E] no tears [A] no more.
_ [Am] _ _ [G] I ain't got those [F] tears, I ain't got [E] those tears [A] no more.
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