On my own

The Used

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[Intro:] D7M(9) F#m7 A D7M(9) F#m7 F#m7(11)

D7M(9) 			     F#m7      A  D7M(9)
See all those people on the ground wasting time
 		       F#m7   F#m7(11)
I try to hold it all inside but just for tonight
     E
The top of the world, sitting here wishing
     F#m7					E
The things I've become that something is missing
		 	 F#m7 D9/A
Maybe I...but what do I know

And now it seems that I have found, nothing at all
I want to hear your voice out loud, slow it down, slow it down
Without it all, I'm choking on nothing
It's clear in my head and I'm screaming for something
Knowing nothing is better than knowing at all

F#m7 D9/A
On my own