Em C D A 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 9 9 11 6 9 10 12 7 7 10 12 7 0 8 10 5 [Verse]Em She imprisoned my soul in a bottleC Like a fireflyD A And threw it again to the fireEm C She drew me that life on a vacant canvasD A But she's gone with its colorsEm We're playing a duetC D A But the melody of melancholy seems to be the only thing we shareEm C Tell me the secrets of her fantasyD A How could I believe in this heaven that she promises?C D She's calling my name in my dreams I can't hideC D Oh she's in the walls, and she never falls asleepC I feel her presenceD In these streets, in my houseC In these thoughts that I haveD Em C D A With her cloak and her big black scytheEm C This sharp taste of iron doesn't really leave (Never really leaves)D A Like calling her ghost through the mirrorEm C D A I'm painting my life on this vacant canvas with my own bloodC D She's calling my name in my dreams I can't hideC D Oh she's in the walls, and she never falls asleepC I feel her presenceD In these streets, in my houseC In these thoughts that I haveD C With her cloak and her big black scytheD C I'm calling her ghost through the mirrorD C Oh I know that I just can't hide
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