Od - Waylon Wyatt | Guitar Chords

[Verse 1]
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          Dm
I don’t drink
Never been drunk at all
         F
But your love runs through me like alcohol
          A#
I don’t smoke
I ain’t ever been stoned neither
        C
But you get me higher than a daggum fever
         Dm
Soothe my  soul in all the wrong ways you can
F
Falling out since you called me your man
    A#
I'm hooked on you and I don't know how
      C
Don't sit there and act so innocent now

[Chorus (1)]
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        F
If your love was a drug
           Dm
I wouldn't get enough
       A#/D
I'd be crackedout, badmouthed, lacking teeth
  C
A crashed out, blacked out, lacking sleep
       F
A hard sight to see
           Dm
Living out on these streets
        A#/D
Being a wreck a wretch begging for cash
C
So I could buy some more of that
Dm
Good stuff your love
               A#
Gеts me weak, with just your touch
                              C
I wouldn't get clеan, better yet
                               A#/D
I don't think I'd even try one taste of those lips
        A#add9/D
And I'm done   for life
A#/D       C                       A#    C        Dm
   If your love was a drug, I'd be guaranteed to OD 

[Interlude]
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F A#/D C       Dm
       See my eyes

[Verse 2]
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Made 'em blush blood shot red
              F
Cause I ain't got no sleep laying in my bed
            A#/D                   C
And I might,   might be a fiend of all these feelings
You've given to me
        Dm
I'm the madest, addict ever know
          F
You can never trust me alone
       A#/D
Without   a smoke or swig of you
    C                                    A#/D
Make it through, lord only knows what I'd   do
A#add9/D A#/D       F
           If your love was a drug

[Chorus (2)]
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           Dm
I wouldn't get enough
       A#/D
I'd be crackedout, badmouthed, lacking teeth
  C
A crashed out, blacked out, lacking sleep
       F
A hard sight to see
           Dm
Living out on these streets
        A#/D
Being a wreck a wretch begging for cash
C
So I could buy some more of that
Dm
Good stuff your love
               A#
Gеts me weak, with just your touch
                              C
I wouldn't get clеan, better yet
                               A#/D
I don't think I'd even try one taste of those lips
        A#add9/D
And I'm done   for life
A#/D       C                       A#    C        Dm
   If your love was a drug, I'd be guaranteed to OD