Bm
Is it the lies? 
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Is it the style?  A -Em   A- Asus 
  D             Bm
It's a mercenary territory 
A       Bm              C       D
I wish you knew the story
                        Bm              Em
I've been out here so long dreamin up songs 
A               Bm              C       D
I'm temporarily qualmless and sinking 

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I've did my time in that rodeo 
C       C/B                  C             D
It's been so long and I've got nothing to show 
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Don't you know Well I'm so plain loco
 A      Bm  C   C/B                  C             D
Fool that I am I'd do it all over again 

Is it the style? 
Is it the lies? 
Is it the days into nights 
Or the "I'm sorry"s into fights 

Now some kind of man, he can't do anything wrong 
If I see him I'll tell him you're waiting 
'Cause I'm devoted for sure but my days are a blur 
Well your nights turn into my mornings 

Well I did my time in that rodeo 
Fool that I am I'd do it all over again 

Is it love keeps you waiting so long 

Makes you say I'll see you around 

The forces that be, they just don't see 

While your nights turn into my mornings 

Is it the style? 
Is it the lies? 
Is it the days into nights 
Or the "I'm sorry" into fights