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[Verse]
F#                              C#   E A
The rope from which I'm hanging from
F#                        C#   E A
It is thinning, short and worn
F#            C#  E  A
I hope when I am reborn
F#                               C#   E A
There are knives where should be arms

[Chorus]
A 
I know, I know, I know, I wrote this
E             C#
I will not be pushed around
A                                   E                   C#
And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed
A              E C#  A                E C#
Hand shakes in time, I'll take what's mine

[Instrumental]
F# C# E A x2
F#

[Bridge 1]
F#                        E  C#        A
Let me show you something my old friend
F# C#      F#              A
A name now dragging in the dirt

[Chorus]
A 
I know, I know, I know, I wrote this
E             C#
I will not be pushed around
A                                   E                   C#
And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed
A              E C#  A             
Hand shakes in time, I will take

[Instrumental]
F# A C# x2

[Bridge 2]
C#          F#    A      C# 
Am I moving on or giving in?
F#                    A  F#
Can we end this conversation?