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Losing Touch
The Killers
Tabbed by rich-uk
7 December 2008
Standard tuning - E A D G B E
Intro:
Verse 1:
Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey.
Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
Chorus 1:
(F#)
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
Verse 2:
Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries.
I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
Chorus 2:
(F#)
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
of how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E F#
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
Middle Eight:
I heard you found a wishing well, in the city.
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
Chorus 3:
(F#)
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill your crown with rumours.
Impending doom - it must be true.
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
But you made your way back home.
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond.
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
Outro:
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
I'm losing touch.
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E
NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
Losing Touch
The Killers
Tabbed by rich-uk
7 December 2008
Optional dropped tuning - Eb Ab C# F# Bb Eb
Intro:
Verse 1:
Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey.
Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
Chorus 1:
(G)
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
Verse 2:
Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries.
I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
Chorus 2:
(G)
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
of how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
C (G) Dm (Am) F G
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
Middle Eight:
I heard you found a wishing well, in the city.
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
Chorus 3:
(G)
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill your crown with rumours.
Impending doom - it must be true.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
But you made your way back home.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
Outro:
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
I'm losing touch.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
Chords in brackets fall mid-bar