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Tears Dry on Their Own
Amy Winehouse / Amy Winehouse: Back to Black (2006)
| |: | E/B | E/F# | E/B | | | F#7/A# | | | A | Abm | F#m | | | A#b | A | Bb | :| 3x | E/B | E/F# | E/B | | | F#7/A# | | | A | Abm | F#m | | | Abm | | | |
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| E/B | F#7/A# | A | G#m | F#m | G#m | A | E/B | |
| All I can ever be to you, is a | darkness that we knew, And | this regret I | got ac | customed | to. |
| E/B | F#7/A# | A | G#m | F#m | G#m | A | E/B | |
| Once it was so right, when | we were at our high, | Waiting for you | in the ho | tel at night. |
| E/B | F#7/A# | A | G#m | F#m | G#m | A | |
| I knew I hadn't met my match, but every | moment we could snatch. I | don't know why | I got | so attached. |
| E/B | F#7/A# | A | G#m | F#m | G#m | |
| It's my res | ponsibility, and you don't | owe nothing to me, But to | walk away; I | have no ca | pacity. |
| A | F#m | G#m | C#m | A | F#m | G#m | C#m | |
| He walks a | way; | the sun | goes down. | He | takes the day, | but I'm grown. |
| A | F#m | G#m | C#m | F#7 | A | |
| And in | your grey, | in this | blue | shade, My | tears dry on their | own. |
| I don't understand; why do I stress a man, When there's so many better things at hand? |
| We could a never had it all; we had to hit a wall, So this is inevitable withdrawal. |
| Even if I stop wanting you, a perspective pushes through, I'll be some next man's other woman soon. |
| I can't play myself again, I should just be my own best friend, Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men. |
| He walks a-way; the sun goes down. He takes the day, but I'm grown. |
| And in your grey, in this blue shade, My tears dry on their own. |
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| B | |
| So | we are history; your shadow covers me, the sky above, a blaze... |
| G#m | C#m7 | A | |
| He walks away; | the sun goes down. | He takes the day, but I'm grown. |
| B | |
| And in | your grey, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own. |
| I wish I could say no regrets, and no emotional debts, 'Cos as we kiss good-bye the sun sets. |
| So we are history; the shadow covers me, The sky above a blaze that only lovers see. |
| |: He walks away; the sun goes down. He takes the day, but I'm grown. |
| And in your grey, in this blue shade, My tears dry on their own. :| |
| A | F#m | G#m | C#m | A | F#m | G#m | C#m | |
| He walks a- | way; | the sun goes | down. | He | takes the day, | but I'm grown. |
| A | F#m | G#m | C#m | A | F#m | G#m | C#m | |
| And in | your grey, | in this | blue shade, | My | tears dry.. | . |