D C# Bm A G A
D G
I been known to have a drink or two
D
In the comfort of my home
C#
It helps to minimize
Bm
The crazy things I hear
A
When I’m alone.
G
You’d think by now every sound wouldn't
D C#
Send a memory crashing’
Bm A G
Threw my brain
I Wouldn't Mind The Shackles
A D
If it, wasn't for the rattle of the chain.
D C# Bm A
D G
Certain little things she used to say
D
They come though loud and clear
C# Bm
It’s sad but I admit that I listen closer
A G
Than I did when she was here
Now every noise sounds like her voice
D C# Bm A G
And I’m torn between the pleasure and the pain
I Wouldn't Mind The Shackles
A D
If it, wasn't for the rattle of the chain.
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