Chords for Hope

Tempo:
96.95 bpm
Chords used:

Em

F

Am

C

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [B]
[C] [C] Rest [B] in peace to all the kids that lost their lives in the fucking [F] shooting.
This song is dedicated [Em] to you.
[Am] [Em] [F]
[Em] [Am] [Em]
[F] [Em] [Am]
[Em] [F] [Em]
[Am] [F]
[Em] [Am] [F]
Feeling [Em] good, I'm feeling great.
[Am] Sorry I'm fucking late.
Fucking [Em] shit is all on my plate.
[F] [Em] Outside [Am] my misery, [Em] I think [F] I'll find [C] a way of [Am] envisioning [Em] a better [F] life for [C] the rest of [Am] us.
[Em] The rest of us.
[F] Oh, for the [C] rest of [Am] us.
[D] The rest of [F] us.
Fucking shit keep coming, shit keep coming, [C] never see the light.
[Am] And I don't mind, [Em] but I can't lie.
[F] I'm lost to the crowd, I don't know my [Am] mind.
I swear I wanna die, [Em] yeah, when you call the police.
[F] I don't wanna die, yeah.
No, I'm not [Em] alright, yeah.
I might [Am] start a riot, yeah.
I'm so fucking tired, yeah.
Sorry, [F] sir, what you say?
Feeling [C] good, I'm feeling great.
[Am] Sorry I'm fucking late.
Fucking shit is all on [Em] my plate.
Key:  
Em
121
F
134211111
Am
2311
C
3211
B
12341112
Em
121
F
134211111
Am
2311
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [C] _ _ [C] _ _ _ Rest [B] in peace to all the kids that lost their lives in the fucking [F] shooting.
This song is dedicated [Em] to you.
[Am] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ Feeling [Em] good, I'm feeling great.
[Am] Sorry I'm fucking late.
Fucking [Em] shit is all on my plate.
_ [F] _ _ _ [Em] Outside [Am] my misery, [Em] I think [F] I'll find [C] a way of [Am] _ envisioning [Em] a better [F] life for [C] the rest of [Am] us. _
[Em] The rest of us.
[F] Oh, for the [C] rest of [Am] us.
_ [D] The rest of [F] us.
Fucking shit keep coming, shit keep coming, [C] never see the light.
[Am] And I don't mind, [Em] but I can't lie.
[F] I'm lost to the crowd, I don't know my [Am] mind.
I swear I wanna die, [Em] yeah, when you call the police.
[F] I don't wanna die, yeah.
No, I'm not [Em] alright, yeah.
I might [Am] start a riot, yeah.
I'm so fucking tired, yeah.
Sorry, [F] sir, what you say?
Feeling [C] good, I'm feeling great.
[Am] Sorry I'm fucking late.
Fucking shit is all on [Em] my plate. _