Tom: C
G D
It was neat, that gin mighty
G D
On the bottle of rye, and then I feared the raspberry seed
G D
How can this be? That I'd fear the ones who would hold me
G D
Then insight fires under those who'll never chase me
[Chorus]
G C
I will recognise
G D
One of these late nights
G C G D
All I've left behind
[Verse 2]
G D
It was neat, bit the hand that feeds
G C D
He slipped away, without thought of the bleed
G C D
How can this be? That I'd fear the ones who would hold me
Em Bm C
Then insight fires under those who'll never chase me
[Chorus]
G C
I will recognise
G D
One of these late nights
G C G D
All I've left behind
