The Killers - Hot Fuss

The Killers
Mr. Brightside

Hot Fuss • 2004
 C		  C(III)
Coming out of my cage
			  Am7
And I've been doing just fine
	        F
Gotta gotta be down
		  C
Because I want it all 

     C		       C(III)
It started out with a kiss
			 Am7
How did it end up like this?
	       F
It was only a kiss
	       C
It was only a kiss

		   C(III)
Now I'm falling asleep
                     Am7
And she's calling a cab
                      F
While he's having a smoke
 	               C
And she's taking the drag 

                      C(III)
Now they're going to bed
                   Am
And my stomach is sick
                    F
And it's all in my head
                         C
But she's touching his chest now 
                   F
He takes off her dress now
 C      C(III)  Am
Let me go
       C          F
And I just can't look
      C         C(III)  Am
It's killing me
     F
And taking control 

 C
Jealousy
 F			 C
Turning saints into the sea
 F		      C
Turning through sick lullaby
 F	       C
Joking on your alibi
 F		    Am
But it's just the price I pay
 F	    Am
Destiny is calling me
F          Am    F
Open up my eager eyes
C	  G    F
I'm Mr. Brightside 
C    C(III)  Am  F
I never

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