Losing Touch

The Killers

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   Asmi  C#  Asmi  C#
   
   Asmi
1. Console me in my darkest hour,
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   convince me that the truth is always grey.
   Asmi
   Caress me in your velvet chair,
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   conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
   
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R: I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your
   Asmi        F#
   friends I'm losing touch.
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   Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
   it must be true.
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2. Console me in my darkest hour,
   and tell me that you always hear my cries.
   I wonder what you got conspired,
   I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
   
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R2:I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your
   Asmi        F#
   friends I'm losing touch.
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   Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
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   of how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
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   You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
   
   Asmi
   I heard you found a wishing well, in the city.
   Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
   
   E             H             F#
R3:I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your
   Asmi        F#
   friends I'm losing touch.
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   Fill your crown with rumours.
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   Impending doom it must be true.
   
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   But you made your way back home.
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   You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond.
                         H     F#      C#mi      Asmi     E
   And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
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   You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
   I'm losing touch.
   H  F#  C#mi  Asmi  E