Daniel merriweather – Red – chords & lyric

Standard tuning
Chords by; Mark Barner
A chord
e |—|—|—|—|—|
B |—|-x-|—|—|—|
G |—|-x-|—|—|—|
D |—|-x-|—|—|—|
A |—|—|—|—|—|
E |—|—|—|—|—|
C#m chord
e |-x-|—|—|—|—|
B |—|-x-|—|—|—|
G |—|—|-x-|—|—|
D |—|—|-x-|—|—|
A |-x-|—|—|—|—|
E |-x-|—|—|—|—|
4th fret
E chord
e |—|—|—|—|—|
B |—|—|—|—|—|
G |-x-|—|—|—|—|
D |—|-x-|—|—|—|
A |—|-x-|—|—|—|
E |—|—|—|—|—|
B chord
e |—|-x-|—|—|—|
B |—|—|—|-x-|—|
G |—|—|—|-x-|—|
D |—|—|—|-x-|—|
A |—|-x-|—|—|—|
E |—|-x-|—|—|—|
A
And I’m alright
E
Standing in the streetlights here
A
Is this meant for me
E
My time on the outside is over
C#m
We don’t know how you’re spending
B
all of your days
A
Knowing that love isn’t here
C#m
You see the pictures
B
But you don’t know their names
A
Cause love isn’t here
Chorus
E C#m
And I can’t do this by myself
A E
All of these problems, they’re all in your head
C#m
And I can’t be somebody else
A
You took something perfect
E
And painted it red
A
No sympathy
E
When shouting out is all you know
A
Behind your lies
E
I can see the secrets you don’t show
C#m
We don’t know how you’re spending
B
All of your days
A
Knowing that love isn’t here
C#m
You see the pictures
B
But you don’t know their names
A
Cause love isn’t here
Chorus
E C#m
And I can’t do this by myself
A E
All of these problems, they’re all in your head
C#m
And I can’t be somebody else
A
You took something perfect
E
And painted it red x2
C#m
You take the best things from me
B
Then everything gets empty
A
That’s not a world that I need
C#m
Ooh, you take the best things from me
B
Then everything gets empty
A
That’s not a world that I need
Ooh
Chorus
E C#m
And I can’t do this by myself
A E
All of these problems, they’re all in your head
C#m
And I can’t be somebody else
A
You took something perfect
E
And painted it red

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