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Intro: Am - C - F - C Verse 1: Am C F C sometimes we fall down and can't get back up Am C F C we're hiding behind skin that's too tough Am C F C how come we don’t say I love you enough Am C F C (Mute Slap) Till it's too late, it's not too late Verse 2: Am C F C Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come Am C F C we could make a feast from these crumbs Am C F C and we're all staring Down the barrel of a gun Am C so if your life flashes before you F C what would you wish you would've Cone Yeah... gotta start Am C lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here F C this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it Am C every second counts on a clock that's tickin' F C Cotta live like we're dying We only got Am C 86 400 seconds in a Cay to F C turn it all around or throw it all away Am we Cotta tell 'em that we love 'em C while we Cot the chance to say F C Cotta live like we're dying [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/k/kris-allen/279700.html ] Verse 3: Am C F C And if your plane fell out of the skies Am C F C who would you call with your last goodbyes Am C F C should be so careful who we live out our lives Am C so when we long for absolution F C there'll no one on the line Yeah... gotta start Am C lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here F C this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it Am C every second counts on a clock that's tickin' F C Cotta live like we're dying Bride: Am C F C Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying Am C F C Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying Brige 2: Am C We never know a good thing till it's gone F C you never see a crash until it's head on Am C all those people right when we're dead wrong F C you never know a good thing till it's gone Yeah we gotta start Chorus: Am C lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here F C this is all we Cot and we gotta start pickin it Am C every second counts on a clock that's tickin' F C Cotta live like we're dying Bride: Am C F C Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying Am C F C Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying |