Love Lies Bleeding sing and play along

The roses in the window box have tilted to one side.

Ev'rything burn about this house was born to grow and die.

And it doesn't seem a year e ago to this ver hapy day

you said, "I'm sorry, honey.

If I don't change the pace,

I can't face another day."

And love lies bleeding in my hand.

Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man.

I was playing rock'n'roll and you were just a fan.

But my guitar couldn't hold you,

so I split the band.

Love lies bleeding in my hand.

I wonder if those changes box have left a scar on you,

from all the burning hoops of fire that you and I passed through.

You're a bluebird on a tel ephone line;

I hope you're happy now.

Well, if the wind of change comes down,

I down your way, girl, you'll make it back oth somehow.

And love lies bleeding in my hand.

Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man.

I was playing rock'n'roll and you were just a fan.

But my guitar couldn't hold you,

so I split the band.

Love lies bleeding in my hand.

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