| ← | Metallica | → |
G - F -C - D
| G | F | C | D | |
| My e | yes seek re | ality, my f | ingers seek my v | eins |
| There's a dog at your back step, he must come in from the rain |
| I fall 'cause I let go, the net below has rot away |
| So my eyes seek reality, and my fingers seek my veins |
| g | d | g | d |
| The trash fire is w | arm, | but nowhere safe from the storm |
| g | F | A# | A |
| And I can't bare to s | ee, what I've let me b | e, so wicked and w | orn |
| So as I write to you, of what is done and to do |
| Maybe you'll understand, and won't cry for this man, 'cause low man is due |
| Please forgive me! |
| G | F | C | D | |
| My e | yes seek re | ality, my f | ingers feel for fl | ame |
| Touch clean with a dirty hand, I touched the clean to the waste |
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| g - c |
| So, low the sky is all I see |
| all I want from you is forgive me |
| So you bring this poor dog in from the rain |
| D - D7 | |
| Though he just wants right back out ag | ain |
| G | F | C | D | |
| And I c | ry, to the a | lley way, conf | ess all to the r | ain |
| But I lie, lie straight to the mirror, I've broken, to match my face |