Capo 1


[Chorus]
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When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah

[Verse 1]
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I hope the stress don't kill me
       E                           D
They chip away my heart, expect a coin to fill me
Oh man, my joy so filthy
          F#m
I pray to some, I'm still me
                E                                    D
But boy these demons gleaming, scheming, preaching, leave them
                                                                  F#m
We'll deceive him, he's believing, say we're on his team then
                                       E
But I've been bleeding, wounds have deepened when I chained my freedom
D                                                               F#m
Reason weakened, beaten, ripping curls like I'm fucking Keenan
                                  E
They think I'm beaming, I'm the beacon of the young and decent
D
When I'm in this shell committing treason
             F#m                         E
You see the truth is that I'm often blue
                        D
So many cracks in the ceiling, I tried to mend them with glue
What a profession
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Sleep in sessions, curse or blessings, need refreshing
See progression 'cause I beat depression
               F#m                       E
They throwing pills like M&M's and I'm hoping they don't relapse
    D
On stage, the crowd yelling, don't get lost in feedback
   F#m                                   E
My boo said I should take it slow, wish I could heed that
             D
Without the burning of a fucking greenback

[Chorus]
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains (Gold, cold chains)
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah (Gold, cold chains)
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains (Gold, cold chains)
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah (Gold, cold chains)

[Verse 2]
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I do this and I do that
    E
On call from sun till moon crack
    D
My phone can never go flat
Who knows where else my work at
  F#m
I miss this and I miss that
      E
Birthdays, first steps and gift wraps
     D
Hope I don't miss my first dance
                       F#m                           E
Somebody put me in the circus, I'm the world's best juggler
                D
Only two hands, pretend that it don't fuck with my jugular, I'm a new man
       F#m                        E
While praying that my music will bubble up, this my Truman
   D
Show will rock the boat, I'm still subtler, where's the movement?
   F#m
I fight for my existence
       E
Brick wall with my persistence
   D
I hate to say I play Russian Roulette with my resistance
    F#m
Play it void of all assistanc
    E
My life, my love, my business
   D
A goon playing charades inside the face of corporate systems
   F#m                       E
I sanitised organic ties for my arise in modern times
   D
I can't deny internal lies in hopes that I'd be televised
   F#m                         E
I sacrifice a gentle life for goals that leave me terrified
     D
But pray this doesn't lead to my demise

[Chorus]
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains (Gold, cold chains)
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah (Gold, cold chains)
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains (Gold, cold chains)
                  F#m                   E                  D
When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah (Gold, cold chains)


[Outro]
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Gold, cold chains
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Gold, cold chains
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Gold, cold chains (When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold, so cold, so cold)
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Gold, cold chains