I (Gb)nev er thought that (Db)you and I would (Ebm)ev er meet a gain.

I (Gb)mourn the loss of you some times, and (Ebm)pray for peace with in.

The (Gb)word “dis traught” can not des cribe (Ebm)how my heart has been,

but (Gb)where do we be gin now that (Ebm)you’re back from the dead?

(Gb)Where do we be gin now that (Ebm)you’re back from the dead?

(Gb)Where do we be gin now that (Eb5)you’re back from the dead?

I held a fu ner al the day you left;

Should a black um brel la, and a sad song in my (Ebm)head.

’Cause Bur ied your pic ture that I loved the most,

’cause if you sur vived me I just did n’t wan na (Ebm)know.

So you can’t just come back now, like a de mon (Ebm)un in vit ed.

No, you can’t just ex pect me to o pen my door (Ebm)to you, be cause...

I (Gb)nev er thought that (Db)you and I would (Ebm)ev er meet a gain.

I (Gb)mourn the loss of you some times, and (Ebm)pray for peace with in.

The (Gb)word “dis traught” can not des cribe (Ebm)how my heart has been,

but (Gb)where do we be gin now that (Ebm)you’re back from the dead?

(Gb)Where do we be gin now that (Ebm)you’re back from the dead?

(Gb)Where do we be gin now that (Eb5)you’re back from the dead?

I’m so con fused, I don’t know what to feel.

Should I throw my arms a round you, or kill you for (Ebm)real?

’Cause I worked so hard to put the past to rest.

Now it’s tum bling down on me just like an av a (Ebm)lanche.

So you can’t just come back now, like a de mon (Ebm)un in vit ed.

No, you can’t just ex pect me to o pen my door (Ebm)to you, be cause...

...but you gon’ (Gb6)miss me when I’m gone.

Why we (Db)got ta wait that long, ba by?

(Ebm)Don’, don’, d don’, don’t.

Or should I walk out in (Gb)stead?

Is this “Live or Let (Db)Die,” or “Night of the Liv ing (CN.C.)Dead?”