* W H A T I T C O S T S *F C I feel like a tug of war G is raging in my soul F C G I feel a little out of control F C cause theres an apple on a tree G F dangling for my eyes to see C G this will be the death of me F C I often go where I G dont really wanna go F C G my feet can always find the dark F C I taste the wine of what is G really bittersweet F C G falling for the lies again CHORUS Am F C It ain't ever what they say G Am it's black and white no room for gray F C It aint ever what it seems G Am Nothing good comes in between F C G when your desires burn like fire F C G when you stop and count the cost F C it aint worth what it costs F C what seems to really shine G from the outside F C G after time has lost it's glow F C G it may be easy to own F or easy to touch C G in the end wont let you go BRIDGE G Jesus guard my heart F guard my mind G F guard my eyes G Am from ever going blind
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