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Am C G D  (x2)

Am                                     C
 I use the dead would to make the fire rise
G                                      D
 The blood of innocence burning in the skies
Am                                      C
 I filled my cup with the rising of the sea
G                                   D
 And poured it out in an ocean of debris
 F   D
 Oh, oh

Chorus:
                     Am
 I'm swimming in the smoke
                   G
 Of bridges I have burned
    E          F
 So don't apologize
            C              G
 I'm losing what I don't deserve
 E              Am     C G D
 What I don't deserve

Am                                    C
 We held my breath as clouds began to form
G                                        D
 But you were lost in the beating of the storm
Am                                   C
 But in the end we were meant to be apart
G                                  D
 In separate chambers of the human heart
 F   D
 No, oh

Chorus:
                     Am
 I'm swimming in the smoke
                   G
 Of bridges I have burned
    E          F
 So don't apologize
            C              G
 I'm losing what I don't deserve

      E                Am
 It's in the blackened bones
                   G
 Of bridges I have burned
    E          F
 So don't apologize
            C              G
 I'm losing what I don't deserve
 E              Am     C G D
 What I don't deserve

Am C G D  (x3)
F  D

Chorus:
                     Am
 I'm swimming in the smoke
                   G
 Of bridges I have burned
    E          F
 So don't apologize
            C              G
 I'm losing what I don't deserve

     E              Am
 The blame is mine alone
                   G
 For bridges I have burned
    E          F
 So don't apologize
            C              G
 I'm losing what I don't deserve
 E              Am     G
 What I don't deserve

 E              F      C     G
 What I don't deserve, woah, woah
 E              Am
 What I don't deserve

Am                                         C
 And here's the dead wood to make the fire rise
G                                      D
 The blood of innocence burning in the skies