The (A)ros es in the win dow box have tilt ed (E)to one side.

(A)Ev ’ry thing burn a bout this house was born to (Bm)grow and die.

And it does n’t seem a year e a go to this ver hap y day

you said, “I’m (A)sor ry, hon ey.

If I (E)don’t change the pace, I (D)can’t face an oth er day.”

And love lies bleed ing in my hand.

Oh, it (F#m)kills me to think of you with an oth er man.

I was (A)play ing rock ’n’ roll and you were (Bm7)just a fan.

But my gui (A)tar could n’t hold you, so I (D)split the band.

Love lies (E)bleed ing in my hand.

I (A)won der if those chang es box have left a (E)scar on you,

(A)from all the burn ing hoops of fire that you and (Bm)I passed through.

You’re a blue bird on a tel e phone line; I hope you’re hap py now.

Well, if the (A)wind of change comes down, I (E)down your way, girl, you’ll (D)make it back oth some how.

And love lies bleed ing in my hand.

Oh, it (F#m)kills me to think of you with an oth er man.

I was (A)play ing rock ’n’ roll and you were (Bm7)just a fan.

But my gui (A)tar could n’t hold you, so I (D)split the band.

Love lies (E)bleed ing in my hand.

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