Vice — Piano Lead Sheet

(CN.C.)Sting of the nee dle drop ping on a vi nyl. Ne on sing er with a juke box ti tle full of heart break. Thir ty three, for ty five, sev en ty eight. When it hurts this good, you’ve got ta play it twice; an oth er vice. All dressed wear a up in a pret ty black er la bel. When the Sweet sal va tion on a din ing room ven ta ble, wait ing (F#m)on me I’ll be where my where rep the numb tion meets the lone ly. It’s gone be fore it ev er melts the (D)ice. An oth er vice, an oth er call, an oth er bed I should n’t crawl out of at sev (A)en A. M. with shoes (E)in my hand. Said I would n’t do it, but I (D)did it a gain. And I know I’ll be back to mor row night. (D)byes. An oth er vice, an oth er town where my past can’t run me down. An oth er life, an oth er call, an oth er bed I should n’t crawl out of at sev (A)en A. M. with shoes (E)in my hand. Said I would n’t do it, but I (D)did it a gain. And I know I’ll be gone to mor row night. (D)Mmm, an oth er vice. Stand ing at the sink, now, look ing in the mir ror. Don’t know where I am or how I got here. Well, the on ly thing that I know how to find is an oth er vice. (D)Mmm, an oth er vice, is an oth er vice. (Ah, (E)yeah, (F#m)ah, yeah.) An oth er vice. (Ah, (E)yeah, (F#m)ah, yeah.) An oth er vice. (Ah, (E)yeah, (F#m)ah, yeah.) An oth er vice. (Ah, (E)yeah, (F#m)ah, yeah.) An oth er vice. (F#m)ah, yeah.) An oth er vice. (Ah., (E)yeah, (F#m)ah, yeah.)