A I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets The way the drugs would feel, they were hard to get E F#m A The problem is simple, nostalgia cycle E F#m7 A My mind is in a fight against the time that I have left E F#m A Hmm, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, yeah E F#m A Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah) E F#m A Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah) E F#m A Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Ah-ah) E F#m A Amj7 And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (Ah-ah) E F#m A And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time A I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets Before I lost myself in so much random sex E F#m A I'm sleepin' with strangers, ignorin' the dangers Amaj7 E F#m A Scribble my past up, I scrubbed these erasers E F#m A Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah E F#m A Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah) E F#m Amaj7 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Woah) E F#m A Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (Ah-ah) E F#m A And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (Ah-ah) E F#m A And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time E F#m A And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time E F#m A And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time, hm E F#m A F#m My soul is spent, I'm not here for [?] E F#m Amj7 I can't forget, but you wouldn't understand E F#m A You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
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