Vocals: Ed Sheeran ,
Producer(s): Ed Sheeran,Steve Mac,
Writer(s): Ed Sheeran, Johnny McDaid,
Scale: Ab Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 85 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU [INTRO] Abm E F# x2 [VERSE] Abm I was born inside a small town, Abm I've lost that state of mind E Learned to sing inside the Lord's house, F# but stopped at the age of nine F# Abm I forget when I get awards now the wave I had to ride E The paving stones I played upon, E F# they kept me on the grind Abm So blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life Abm E Friends and family filled with envy E F# when they should be filled with pride F# Abm And when the world's against me Abm is when I really come alive E And everyday that Satan tempts me, F# I try to take it in my stride F# Abm You know that I've got whisky with Abm white lines and smoke in my lungs E I think life has got to the point F# I know without it's no fun Abm I need to get in the right mind and clear myself up E Instead, I look in the mirror F# questioning what I've become Abm I guess it's a stereotypical Abm day for someone like me E F# Without a nine-to-five job or an uni degree F# Abm To be caught up in the trappings of the industry E They showed me the locked doors F# I find another use of key F# And you'll see E B F# I'm well aware of certain things C#m E that will destroy a man like me E B Eb Abm But with that said give me one more, higher E F# Abm E Another one to take the sting away F# Abm I am happy on my own, so here I'll stay E F# Abm Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day E F# And I'll find comfort in my pain F# Eraser [VERSE] Abm I used to think that nothing could be Abm better than touring the world with my songs E I chased the pictured perfect life, F# I think they painted it wrong Abm I think that money is Abm the root of evil and fame is hell E F# Relationships and hearts you fixed, F# they break as well Abm And ain't nobody wanna see you down in the dumps E Because you're living your dream, man, F# this shit should be fun Abm Please know that I'm not trying Abm to preach like I'm Reverend Run E I beg you, don't be disappointed F# with the man I've become Abm Our conversations with my father on the A14 E Age twelve telling me F# I've gotta chase those dreams Abm Now I'm playing for the people, Abm dad, and they know me E With my beat and small guitar F# wearing the same old jeans Abm Wembley Stadium crowd two hundred and forty thou E F# I may have grown up but I hope that Damien's proud Abm And to the next generation, inspiration's allowed E The world may be filled with hate F# but keep erasing it now F# Somehow [CHORUS] E B F# I'm well aware of certain things C#m E that will befall a man like me E B F# Eb But with that said give me one more, higher Abm E F# Abm Another one to take the sting away E F# Abm I am not beyond my own, so here I'll stay E F# Abm Save your lovin arms for a rainy day E F# And I'll find comfort in my pain F# Abm Eraser E F# And I'll find comfort in my pain Abm Eraser Abm E F# And I'll find comfort in my pain F# Eraser
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