C E Am C7 F FmC E Am C7 Born under a hotel signF Fm C G Poured into the foyer like a glass of wineC E Am C7 Add Chinatown, add soaking sheets and longingF Fm Am GAdd distance, awful distanceF Fm My body's such an anchorC E Am When it's wasted not being beside youF G Hold to the oldF G True love's only for wild heartsC E Am C7 F Fm Blood money sweats in my hand Tattoos on each other for strapped romance I've waded though an ocean of sand for a grain of doubt And I'm certain My body's such an anchor When it's wasted not being beside you Hold to the old True love's only for wild hearts
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