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G        A                  D
Angels fall down without out warning
       G                 A         D           Bm
Cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves
          G            A           D          Bm
She had a bullet-proof heart and big pawn-shop eyes
                                 A
And nothing you could say would get to her

          G            A              D
So don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat
        G              A          D          Bm
I can strum twice and make it all go away
          G          A       D              Bm
We'll tap every last drop until that beating stops
                                A                           D A G
and let the Devil come join us dancing across that yellow sun

     D A G             D       A              D  Bm  G
we'll run because the Devil in Stitches only has his fun
E                          A
performing for the Chosen One
        D
We can run

G        A                     D
  She was living on the edge of a knife
     G          A                 D      Bm
His head was filled with restless ghosts
        G       A             D         Bm
It's so easy to love a bringer of destruction
                             A
She said "Darling I love you madly"

       G                     A                D
Black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window
G             A      D        Bm
Praying for a song to save her life
        G         A             D               Bm
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine
                              A                             D A G
so let the Devil come join us dancing across that yellow sun

     D A G             D       A                  D  Bm  G
we'll run because the Devil in Stitches goes and has his fun
E                          A
performing for the Chosen One
        D
We can run

               G
while in the street
                  D
Like a formal procession
                A   G
of love and deceit
                   D                         G
I will carry you home like a bride from the wreckage
                        E                               A
Here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of his senses

G A D
G A D
G A D Bm A

D A G
D A G
D A D Bm A

                                  D
I know he drove her out to the brink
                                    G
that's where they stood and looked down
                              D
Right there they made a decision
                             A      G
that's where they made a division

                       D
Declaring war on the weather
                        G
A reckless pact with forever
                E
So come on and sing
          A
Sing hallelujah
      D
Right now