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^EThese hospital walls ar^A♭e the palest of whi^A-te^C♯m

^Bhere in this desert they're recitin^A2g my last rites

^Bthe smell of these halls

^Ebrings temporary comfort

^A♭as the oxygen flows th^Arough my blood

^Bel corazon was poisoned tonig^E-ht^A♭...

^Ashe's on her eig^Bht of nine.

^EWhen half of all your prayers are insincer^A♭e,

^Athe ^B-ot^Aher half are lies.

^Ehere is this watermark ^A♭under this brid^A-ge^C♯m.

^Bthe point where it all crested,

^A2rolled back and drifted into the sea.

^Bi climb from this wreckage

^Eas the smoke begins to clear ^A♭from my lung^As.

^Bthe closest of close calls h^C♯mas happened tonight.

^BIt's time that i made things right

^A2for the first time,

^B-si^C♯mnce the last time

^Blet this moment of clarity

^A2lift this curse that has been cast upon me.

^A2Appreciate the good t^Bimes,

^Ebut don't take the worst for grant^A♭-ed.^A

^A♭'cause you only get so many second chances