Chords for the flowers of the city though breathlike, get deathlike at times
Tempo:
104.925 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[D]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
[F#m] [D]
[A]
[G] [D]
[G]
[A]
[G] [D]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
[A] The pain of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise.
I can't tell you what's the [D] minutes I'm in, but [G] it creeps my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist.
It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this.
[A] [D]
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on [D] back to the south.
[G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad.
[A]
[D]
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is [A] better than you.
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [G] and nothing [D] to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, yes, I [A] will die to stand.
They'd hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
[G]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain.
Oh, deep in my heart, I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
[G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and cry to [D] you.
[G] [A] [D]
[N]
[D]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
[F#m] [D]
[A]
[G] [D]
[G]
[A]
[G] [D]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
[A] The pain of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise.
I can't tell you what's the [D] minutes I'm in, but [G] it creeps my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist.
It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this.
[A] [D]
I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on [D] back to the south.
[G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad.
[A]
[D]
I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is [A] better than you.
If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [G] and nothing [D] to lose.
[G] From fixtures and forces and friends, yes, I [A] will die to stand.
They'd hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
[G]
[A]
[F#m] [D]
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain.
Oh, deep in my heart, I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
[G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and cry to [D] you.
[G] [A] [D]
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
F#m
Bm
D
A
G
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] The pain of your sadness will _ pass as your senses will rise.
I can't tell you what's the [D] minutes I'm in, _ _ but [G] it creeps my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist. _
_ _ _ _ It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth.
_ _ _ _ I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on [D] back to the south.
_ _ _ [G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand. _ _
_ _ Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is [A] better than you.
_ _ _ If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [G] and nothing [D] to lose.
_ _ _ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, yes, I [A] will die to stand. _
_ _ _ _ They'd hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain. _ _ _ _
Oh, deep in my heart, I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
_ _ _ [G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
_ _ _ _ _ And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and cry to [D] you.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] The pain of your sadness will _ pass as your senses will rise.
I can't tell you what's the [D] minutes I'm in, _ _ but [G] it creeps my heart, love, to see you trying to be a part of a world that [A] just don't exist. _
_ _ _ _ It's all just a scheme, baby, vacuum-y dream, babe, that sucks you into feeling [D] like this. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I can see that your head has been twisted and fed with worthless [A] foam from the mouth.
_ _ _ _ I can tell you are torn between staying and returning on [D] back to the south.
_ _ _ [G] You've been fooled into thinking that the finishing end [A] is at hand. _ _
_ _ Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of [D] yourself feeling bad. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one, and no one is [A] better than you.
_ _ _ If you really believe that, then you know you've got nothing [F#m] to win [G] and nothing [D] to lose.
_ _ _ [G] From fixtures and forces and friends, yes, I [A] will die to stand. _
_ _ _ _ They'd hype you and type you, making you feel that you must be exactly [D] like them.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a [A] meaningless rain. _ _ _ _
Oh, deep in my heart, I know there is no help [D] I can bring.
_ _ _ [G] Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you [A] think you should do.
_ _ _ _ _ And someday, maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and cry to [D] you.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _