The world is black(Chords)

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Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight 
            F 
You see the same damn thing 
            Eb 
It's just a different day 
    Db            Eb                 F                   F 
And no one really knows why this is happening, but it's happening 
    Db                            Eb 
And everywhere you go it's just a different place 
            F 
You get the same dark feeling 
        Eb      F    Eb 
See the same sad faces 
Db            Eb                  F 
No one really cares that this is happening 
 
PreChorus: 
 
   Db             Bb 
We come into this world 
    Db             Eb 
And we are all the same 
    F              Eb                Db 
And in that moment there's no one to blame 
 
Chorus: 
                 Bb 
But the world is black 
               F 
And hearts are cold 
               Eb 
And there's no hope 
                 Db 
That's what were told 
                Bb 
And we can't go back 
                F 
It won't be the same 
        Eb 
Forever changed 
                 Db 
By the things we see, see 
 
Repeat Verse: 
 
Living in this place has always been this way 
Theres noone doing nothing 
So theres nothing changed 
And i cant live when this world just keeps dying 
Its dying 
People always tell me this is part of the plan 
The gods got everybody in his hands 
But i can only pray that god is listening 
Is he listening 
 
Repeat PreChorus: 
 
We're living in this world 
Growing colder everyday 
Nothing can stay perfect now I see 
 
Repeat Chorus: 
 
But the world is black 
And hearts are cold 
And there's no hope 
That's what were told 
And we can't come back 
It won't be the same 
Forever changed       Db   Db 
By the things we see, see, see 
 
Repeat PreChorus Twice: 
 
We come into this world 
And we are all the same 
And in that moment there's no one to blame 
 
But we're living in this world 
Growing colder everyday 
Nothing can stay perfect now I say 
 
Repeat Chorus: 
 
The world is black 
And hearts are cold 
There's no hope 
That's what were told 
And we can't come back 
It won't be the same 
Forever changed 
By the things we see, see, see 
 
Repeat 1/2 Verse: 
 
Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight 
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day 
And no one really knows why this is happening 
 
End on  F
	        

Written by Benjamin Combs, Joel Combs