A               C#m           F#m
WAITING FOR THE NOISE TO DISAPPEAR 
        B          E
THE CRYING ALL THE SAINT 
    C#m           F#m
THE PINING OF THE FOOL 
  B             E       A
I NEVER HAD THE TIME TO PRAY 
A               C#m              F#m
WAITING FOR THE SOUND TO CALM MY WAY 
    B               E       
I'M TIRED OF ASKING WHY 
C#M            F#m
I'M DYING EVERYDAY 
       B
YOU'RE LEAVING NOW 
     E              
YOUR LIPS

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    A
ARE GONE 
E#G           F#m
GONE WITH THE WINNER,
Bm    D             E          
GONE, GONE WITH THE WIND 
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AND NOW 
A           C#
IT'S LIKE A SILENT THING  
       F#m     E     D 
THAT'S RUNNING IN MY HAND 
A     E             A
GONE, GONE WITH THE WIND 


COMING WITH DESOLATE STATE OF MIND 

YOU WOULD?VE GONE TO WAR 

THE SLAVE TO EVERY TEAR 

I'M WAITING FOR THE SMOKE TO FADE
 
I LISTEN TO THIS CALLING IN YOUR EYES 

CRYING ALL THE SAINT 


THE PINING OF A FOOL
 
YOU'RE LEAVING NOW,
                           
YOUR LIPS ARE GONE 

GONE WITH THE WINNER,
                                
GONE, GONE WITH THE WIND 

AND NOW 

IT'S LIKE A SILENT THING  

THAT'S RUNNING IN MY HAND
 
GONE, GONE WITH THE WIND 
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