Senses Fail – Lungs Like Gallows (Guitar)

C Tuning (C-F-Bb-Eb-G-C)
Key
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Chords

Tabbed by: http://www.andreasvockrodt.de [Intro] Cm Bb Gm Ab Cm Cm Bb Gm Ab Cm [Verse]
       Cm
I give blood to prove to myself

           Cm
That I can matter to somebody else

                Cm
Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?

                     Cm
Don't put your faith in the desert sand

                      Fm
The wind is always blowing

          Ab             Bb
There are gallows deep inside my lungs

Fm             Ab     Bb
That's where I hung ambition
[Chorus]
      Cm                            Eb
Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?

        Ab                               Bb
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

       Cm                     Eb
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores

      Ab                    Bb
And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

                 Cm Bb Gm Ab Cm Bb Gm Ab Cm
So give me seven more
[Verse 2]
       Cm
I give blood not for the cause

                   Cm
But to slowly give up the person I was

                  Cm
Holding my breath won't help everything went to hell

               Cm
So now I steal back pennies from the well

                  Fm
Because my wishes failed

     Ab              Bb
I am screaming at my own shadow

Fm             Ab     Bb
To stop living like a ghost
[Chorus 2]
      Cm                            Eb
Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?

        Ab                               Bb
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

       Cm                     Eb
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores

      Ab                    Bb
And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

                 Cm
So give me seven more
[Bridge]
Cm
I don't need her I'm not that desperate

Cm
Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then

Cm
'Cause I'm not done screaming yet

Cm
You can call off the intervention

Cm
'Cause I don't need your attention
[Solo] Cm Fm Bb G Cm Fm Bb G Fm Eb Bb G Fm Eb Db [Chorus 3]
      Cm                            Eb
Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?

        Ab                               Bb
Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

       Cm                     Eb
I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores

      Ab                    Bb
And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

                 Cm
So give me seven more
[Outro]
Cm
I don't need her; I'm not that desperate

Cm
I don't need her; I'm not that desperate