Dead Poetic - Vices chords version 1

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Am F C GFeeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
Am F C GAnd this crowd right before me doesnít care that Iím dying.
Am F C GAnd the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
Am F C GIím so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Chorus 1:
Am F C Oh, but Child. Iíve got Vices like any other man.
Verse2: (same Chords as verse 1) Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate. Something sick, something rabid. And I vent to keep myself from caving. I donít hate you, I just hate where Iím heading. Iím left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win? Chorus 2:
Am F C Oh, but Mother. Iíve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C GVices that youíre not used to. Vices thatíll make you think less of me.
Verse 3: Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. Sheís a dream, I just play dead. Iíve been blessed, Iíve been hated. Sheís the constant, and Iím her addict. Sheís the only peace in this world, uneasy. While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that Iíve spent my whole life seeking. The only heart Iíve ever needed. Chorus 3:
Am F C GOh, but Lover. Iíve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C GVices that youíre not used to. Vices thatíll make you think...
Am F C GOh, but Lover. Iíve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C GVices that youíre not used to. Vices thatíll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Verse 4: Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy. Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting. Iíll exist as if I donít feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison. But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...
Am FTo forget you.
C GTo forget you.
Chorus 4
Am F C GOh, but Jesus. Iíve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G AmVices that youíre so used to. Vices that wonít make you think less of me.
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