Tom: C
C
One is a gun with a dart for my sweetheart
C
Two only you can remove such an ache so
F C
Three let me see what you've got what you're made of what you're not
Four is sore just a ripped and bloodied claw
C
Five is a bunching fist that's within me
C
Six little stitches thread right through my heart
F C
Seven shiny reasons you're tearing us apart
G F C
Eight lose your hate it's a game come on love me it's your fate
Nine cold crimes in the night please forgive me
C
Ten are the tears that are frozen on your face
F C
Eleven, I know I'm not your favourite man
G C
Twelve I'll take you like only I can
G C
Twelve I'll take you like only I can
