19 Holding On To You - Live in Milano, Estate Sforzesca 2018 Chords

[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] This next song is called Holding [C#] On To You.
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Her lips, her body was my favorite magazine.
Her [C#] body was my [F#] favorite book to read.
They say that all [C#] poets must [D#m] have an unquiet [C#] love. _
[F#] As all [C#] lovers must [D#] have [D#m] thought [F#]-provoking tears.
Holding [C#] on to you.
Let it [F#] go, pain.
Let it [C#] go, tears.
Let it [F#] go, rain.
Let [D#m] it go up, [Fm] what [C#] not.
[F#] _ _ Holding [C#] on to you.
[E] A [C#] lover of sorrow, a seaside [D#m] baby.
A camera-mount smile, that out-sung cue.
Every moment I read her sigh.
Her [C#] bosom [F#] contains my sweet alibi.
[C#] In an emotional mist, she breathes it forth.
[D#m] And breathes it out as garden flowers.
What me of all the tough-talking boys, hey.
I [C#] guess you heard [F#] my heart beat with a noise.
They say that [F] all poets must [D#m] have an [C#] unquiet love.
_ [F#] As all lovers must [D#m] have thought [F#]-provoking tears.
Holding [C#] on to you.
Let it [F#] go, pain.
Let it [C#] go, tears.
Let [F#] it go, rain.
_ Holding on [C#] to you.
Me and daddy's [F#] sorrows, yeah.
Me let it go, [D#m] what _ [C#]
not.
[F#] _ _ Holding on [C#] to you.
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[E] Yeah.
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They say that all [A#m] poets must [D#m] have an unquiet [C#] love. _ _
[F#] As all lovers must [D#m] have thought [F#]-provoking tears. _
Holding on [C#] to [C#] you.
Let it go, [F#] pain. _
Let it go, [D#m] _ [F] what not.
[F#] _ _ [C]
[C#] Holding on to you.
Left East Coast or West [D#m] Coast, yeah.
A woman who burned my thoughts like kisses.
She was all your my sweet decree.
[C#] Swore she'd pour my best years [F#] out of [C#] me.
_ Vapid lips of good [D#m] seats on campus.
Goodbye, Picasso.
Hello, Johnny.
The soil is fertile where her footsteps trot.
She's my [C#] new religion.
She's [F#] all I've got.
They say that [F] all poets [D#m] must have an [C#] unquiet love.
[F#] As all lovers must [C#] have [D#m] [F#] thought-provoking tears.
Holding [C#] on to you.
Let it [F#] go, pain.
Let [C#] it go, tears.
Let [F#] it go, rain. _
[C#] Holding on to you.
[F#] Beating the sound of steel.
Hey, [C#] beating the sound of steel.
Every day.
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[C#] Holding on _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ to [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] you.
_ [F#] It's all I can do.
Let it go, [C#] pain.
[F#] _ Let it go, rain.
Let it go, [C#] you.
Give it to me.
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Holding on to [A#] you.
[D] Holding on to [C#] you. _
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