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Losing Touch

Killers

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Am Console me in my darkest hour Dm Convince that the truth is always gray Am Caress me in your velvet chair Dm Conceal me from the ghost you cast away F C G I'm in no hurry, you go run Am F And tell your friends I'm losing touch C G Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom Am It must be true Am Console me in my darkest hour Dm And tell me that you'll always hear my cries Am I wonder what you got conspired Dm I'm sure it was the consolation prize F C G I'm in no hurry, you go run Am F And tell your friends I'm losing touch C G Fill the night with stories, the legend grows C G Of how you got lost Dm Am F But you made your way back home C G Dm Am F You sold your soul, like a roman vagabond Am I heard you found a wishing well Dm In the city Am Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) Dm And you throw me down F C G I'm in no hurry, you go run Am F And tell your friends I'm losing touch C Fill your crown with rumors G Am Impending doom, it must be true C G Dm Am F But you made your way back home C G Dm Am F You sold your soul, like a roman vagabond C G Dm Am F And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home C G Dm Am F You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone C G Dm Am F I'm losing touch
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