Serve Me Right chords and lyrics - FUCKED UP

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[Intro 1]
[G][F#m][D][Bm][G][F#m][D]
[Bm][C][D][Bm][D]
[Bm][C][D][Bm]
[D][Bm][D]

[Verse 1]
I knew it wouldn't [D]last. It all happened so fast.
One minute they were so in love
and the next one she had passed.
I always had my doubts. I figured it all out.
I knew something was curious when he would
talk about how love was[G]n't [F#m]a race,
The [G]guilt writ on his [F#m]face, right [D]there in [G]black and [F#m]white,
I [G]think it serves him [D]right.
I told you it was him. I tell it like it is.
The story served his purpose
and look at what he did.
I just read the lines, the acts are his designs.
I don't tell him what to do,
I just tell it back to you.
And I will [G]tell you [F#m]this,
he [G]killed her with his [F#m]kiss.
I [G]think it serves him [F#m]right. I [G]think
it serves him [D]right
"Maybe it was my fault and
I deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being wrong
is a [G]lifetime of regret.
So please tear [D]up my memories
into a thousand little [G]parts
And give them [D]to somebody else so that they
won't tear [G]up my heart."
[D]"Maybe it was my fault and I
deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being wrong
is a [G]lifetime of regret.
So please tear [D]up my memories
into a thousand little parts
And give them to somebody else so that
they won't tear up my heart.
[G]The words are adding up.[D]
The overflowing cup.
The leads and the details are
enough to tip the scale.
Take his life for a refrain,
make the verses his domain,
Put him inside of a frame and have
him tell the tale again.
A life in paper he will [F#m]serve. The
cor[G]rection he de[F#m]serves.
A [G]lifetime to re[F#m]cite,
I think [G]it serves him [D]right.
Everyone's agreed that David did mislead
As he concealed from everyone
his crimes and his misdeeds
More power [G]in the sen[F#m]tence
than in the power [G]of the [F#m]word.
His [G]time into [F#m]tenses and
his [G]actions into [F#m]verbs.
[G]It serves him[F] rig[D]ht.[C][D][G]
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[D][G][Bm]
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"Maybe it was my fault and I
deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being wrong
is a [G]lifetime of regret.
So [D]please tear up my memories
into [Em]a thousand [D]little parts
And give them to somebody else so that they
won't tear [G]up my heart."
[D]"Maybe it was my fault and
I deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being
wrong is a lifetime of regret.
[G]So ple[D]ase tear up my memories
into a thousand little parts
And give them to somebody else so that
they won't tear up my [G]heart.
Box [D]up the hopes I had to change,
I [Em]don't want them around.
[F#m]Strike a nail into the coffin
and [G]put it in the ground.
[D]If a confession's what you want,
I'm [Em]happy to oblige.
[F#m]Sing it f[D]rom the mountaintops,
[G]I know the truth's a lie.
So [D]throw me to the lions to
[Em]give them a bitter meal.
An [F#m]etern ity of hurt couldn't
com[G]pare to how I feel.
Or [D]lock me up forever, I [Em]won't put up a fight.
I [F#m]tried to steal a little love from [G]life,
I know it serves me right