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This old heart's been left
F      Eb  Eb
Out on my sleeve
    F      Eb      Eb        F
and I have paid as it's been rent
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into peices
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Seems everyone I've loved has
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Taken a bit of my insides
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I'm scattered as the woman whose body
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Was torn for the twelve tribes
Chorus:
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When did my heart get so petrified
Bb                         F    Eb   Eb/G  /F /Eb     F
when did it get so hard to feel
Bb                       F         Eb
when did my heart get so afraid to love
Bb                 F     Eb   Eb/G /F /Eb /C   F
when did it get so hard
And the easy-living Gnostic proud
Use their knowledge
Like a wrecking ball to tear me down
FFlooding me with their fallacies
I can't walk on this water
I'm starting to drownF
Strike this rock with your rod
Eb
I'll take the blows
F                      Eb
Till your living water begins to flow
F                     Eb
as it flowed from the man of sorrow's sides
F                    Eb
on that day when his body
F
was torn for the twelve tribes