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Tom: Bm

Bm                          A
Love is something of an art
            Bm                         A
When we are led by such divided hearts
          Bm                    A
Painted black, their centre red
         Bm                            A
Beating now, they're loaded with regret
         Bm                            A
Full of memories that you can't neglect
    D                          C        G
Of all the things that you've yet to prove
        Bm                                   A
Oh the times I’ve thought this whole thing through
             Bm                          A
Lived whole lifetimes in disguise from you
        Bm                  A
How can I hold to a pale idea
             Bm                   A
When you've given everything you can
       Bm                         A
And by everything you feel, you stand
D                    C        G
But I could never belong to you
             Bm                     A
For all the troubles of an onward path
        Bm                     A
The confusion lacks a tragic punch
        Bm                    A
When we take the desired turns
       Bm                      A
All we have is all we can find
        Bm                     A
No-one else can make this mine