Chords for "Hope Less Romantics" - Make Out Monday

[G] _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
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[C#] _ _ We're [G#] all _ [F#] _ [G#] _
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creatures [C#m] _ _ of [F#] habit, we spill all our tragic [A#] thoughts in their little [G#] black
boxes, turn our love [C#m] switches off in the morning [F#] when freedom is calling and all they can hear
[G#] are the sounds of the haves and have nots.
[C#] They'll break you ten ways to Sunday and eleven to [A#m] Monday, my diva.
[C#] They'll break you ten ways [F#] to Sunday and _ [A#m] eleven to [F#] Monday, my dear.
Don't give them [C#] your hearts, give them [F#] your bullets.
They'll [A#] crash when they throw them [G#] back at you.
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Hopeless _ [F#] romantics, fill my open [C#] little A.S. [F#] romantics.
He [C#m] never smiles when he's [Cm] laughing, [F#] Berghof, there's no [A#] passion you [D#] feel when he's gasping.
We sleep with the [C#] monsters we make in the evening [F#] when curses have mean [A#] ends and never
redeems, [G#] just another angel's mistake.
_ [C#] They'll break you ten ways to Sunday _ and eleven to Monday, my _ diva.
They'll break you ten ways [D#] to Sunday _ [A#m] and eleven to Monday, [F#] my dear.
Don't [C] give them [C#] your hearts, give them [F#] your bullets.
They'll [A#] crash when they throw them [G#] back at you.
_ [A#] _ Hopeless _ [F#] romantics, fill my open [C#] little A.S. [F#] romantics.
Don't give them [C#] your hearts, give them [F#] your bullets.
They'll [A#] crash when they throw them [G#] back at you.
_ [A#m] _ Hopeless _ [F#] romantics, fill my open [C#] little A.S. [F#] romantics.
_ [C#] So _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C#] bleed those wrists [A#m] and burst those lips.
[C#] It's never getting [G#] any better than this.
[C#] I'm afraid it's so tragic, [A#m] it's not that dramatic.
[C#] They're so cursed, you've brought [G#] them their way.
[C#] They'll break you ten ways [A#m] to Sunday [C#] and eleven to [G#] Monday, my dear.
[C#] They'll break you ten ways [F#] to Sunday [A#m] and eleven to [D#m] Monday, my dear.
Don't [C#] give them your hearts, give [F#] them your [C#] bullets.
You'll never [A#] feel the [F#m] trigger if it's you [G#] that pulls it.
_ [A#] _ Hopeless _ [F#] romantics, fill my open little [C#] A.S. [F#] _
romantics.
Don't give them [C#] your hearts, give [F#] them your bullets.
_ [A#] They'll harass when they throw them [G#] back at you.
They'll search [C#] and they'll pat you, but at least [A#] love you through [G#] out your heart.
At least you'll still have [C#] your [G#] heart.
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[C#] Hopeless _ [G#] _ _ [F#] romantics, [C#] fill my open little A [G#].S. [F#] _ [G#] romantics.
Open [C#] little A [G#].S. [F#] romantics. _ _
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