Chords for The The - Infected (Video)
Tempo:
92.35 bpm
Chords used:
F#
F#m
A
E
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In fact, maybe with your good love.
[Bm] [F#m] [N]
[A#m] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
Much energy, just to check my mind.
[N] Got it, it must be hog eyes.
[F#m] Heart is heavy, head is defeat.
[E] And my pinky [F#] little soul, has started [C#] burning [F#m] blue.
I've been giving you up, till I got more [C#m] than enough.
[F#m] So [B] you can't beat [F#m] me with your [E] good love.
[F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [E] back to health.
[F#m] And round me with the gifts of [E] the mind made world.
[F#] [A]
[F#] [A] [F#] [A]
[F#] [A] [F#] I've [Em] been giving you [F#] [A] [F#] [E]
[F#] [C#m] up, [F#m] till I got more than [A] enough.
[F#m] So you can't beat me with your good [E] love.
[F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [A] back to health.
[B] And round me with the [F#] gifts of the [E] mind [A#] made world.
[E] [D]
[E] [D] [A] [D]
[Em] [D] [E] [G]
[E] [Em] [D] [E] [Em] [G] [D]
[Em] [G] [F#] [F#m] And just walk me to the end [A] of the day.
[F#] Lay your fingers on [A] my head.
[F#] Tell me what I wanna [A] hear.
[F#] When our lives [A] become [E] truths, [F#] and this face [F#m] of faith [A] in you.
And [F#] I'll score [F#m] some three-oh-one, and hang it up to my tomb.
[B] [C#m] [F#m]
[E] [D#]
[C#m] [F#m] I've been giving you up, till I got more than enough.
So you can't beat me with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to health.
And round me with the gifts of the mind made world.
I've been giving you up, till I got more than [A] enough.
[B] You better beat me [F#m] with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to [A] health.
[B] Tell [F#m] me what it is that I want in this world.
[C#m] [F#] [B] [F#]
[A] [F#m]
[C#m] [F#m]
[E] [G]
[N]
[Bm] [F#m] [N]
[A#m] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
Much energy, just to check my mind.
[N] Got it, it must be hog eyes.
[F#m] Heart is heavy, head is defeat.
[E] And my pinky [F#] little soul, has started [C#] burning [F#m] blue.
I've been giving you up, till I got more [C#m] than enough.
[F#m] So [B] you can't beat [F#m] me with your [E] good love.
[F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [E] back to health.
[F#m] And round me with the gifts of [E] the mind made world.
[F#] [A]
[F#] [A] [F#] [A]
[F#] [A] [F#] I've [Em] been giving you [F#] [A] [F#] [E]
[F#] [C#m] up, [F#m] till I got more than [A] enough.
[F#m] So you can't beat me with your good [E] love.
[F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [A] back to health.
[B] And round me with the [F#] gifts of the [E] mind [A#] made world.
[E] [D]
[E] [D] [A] [D]
[Em] [D] [E] [G]
[E] [Em] [D] [E] [Em] [G] [D]
[Em] [G] [F#] [F#m] And just walk me to the end [A] of the day.
[F#] Lay your fingers on [A] my head.
[F#] Tell me what I wanna [A] hear.
[F#] When our lives [A] become [E] truths, [F#] and this face [F#m] of faith [A] in you.
And [F#] I'll score [F#m] some three-oh-one, and hang it up to my tomb.
[B] [C#m] [F#m]
[E] [D#]
[C#m] [F#m] I've been giving you up, till I got more than enough.
So you can't beat me with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to health.
And round me with the gifts of the mind made world.
I've been giving you up, till I got more than [A] enough.
[B] You better beat me [F#m] with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to [A] health.
[B] Tell [F#m] me what it is that I want in this world.
[C#m] [F#] [B] [F#]
[A] [F#m]
[C#m] [F#m]
[E] [G]
[N]
Key:
F#
F#m
A
E
C#m
F#
F#m
A
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_ _ In fact, maybe with your good love. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Much energy, just to check my mind.
[N] _ Got it, it must be hog eyes.
_ _ [F#m] Heart is heavy, head is defeat.
[E] And my pinky [F#] little soul, has started [C#] burning [F#m] blue.
I've been giving you up, till I got more [C#m] than enough.
[F#m] So [B] you can't beat [F#m] me with your [E] good love.
_ [F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [E] back to health.
[F#m] And round me with the gifts of [E] the mind made world.
[F#] _ _ [A] _ _
[F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [A] _ [F#] I've [Em] been giving you [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
[F#] _ [C#m] up, _ [F#m] _ _ till I got more than [A] enough.
[F#m] So you can't beat me with your good [E] love.
_ _ [F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [A] back to health.
[B] And round me with the [F#] gifts of the [E] mind [A#] made world.
[E] _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _
[E] _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ [Em] _ [G] _ [D] _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [F#] _ [F#m] _ And just walk me to the end [A] of the day.
[F#] Lay your fingers on [A] my head.
[F#] Tell me what I wanna [A] hear.
[F#] When our lives [A] become [E] truths, [F#] and this face [F#m] of faith [A] in you.
And [F#] I'll score [F#m] some three-oh-one, and hang it up to my tomb. _ _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] I've been giving you up, till I got more than enough.
So you can't beat me with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to health.
And round me with the gifts of the mind made world.
_ I've been giving you up, till I got more than [A] enough.
[B] You better beat me [F#m] with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to [A] health.
[B] Tell [F#m] me what it is that I want in this world. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
_ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ In fact, maybe with your good love. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Much energy, just to check my mind.
[N] _ Got it, it must be hog eyes.
_ _ [F#m] Heart is heavy, head is defeat.
[E] And my pinky [F#] little soul, has started [C#] burning [F#m] blue.
I've been giving you up, till I got more [C#m] than enough.
[F#m] So [B] you can't beat [F#m] me with your [E] good love.
_ [F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [E] back to health.
[F#m] And round me with the gifts of [E] the mind made world.
[F#] _ _ [A] _ _
[F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [A] _ [F#] I've [Em] been giving you [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
[F#] _ [C#m] up, _ [F#m] _ _ till I got more than [A] enough.
[F#m] So you can't beat me with your good [E] love.
_ _ [F#m] Dress me into sickness, nurse me [A] back to health.
[B] And round me with the [F#] gifts of the [E] mind [A#] made world.
[E] _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _
[E] _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ [Em] _ [G] _ [D] _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [F#] _ [F#m] _ And just walk me to the end [A] of the day.
[F#] Lay your fingers on [A] my head.
[F#] Tell me what I wanna [A] hear.
[F#] When our lives [A] become [E] truths, [F#] and this face [F#m] of faith [A] in you.
And [F#] I'll score [F#m] some three-oh-one, and hang it up to my tomb. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] I've been giving you up, till I got more than enough.
So you can't beat me with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to health.
And round me with the gifts of the mind made world.
_ I've been giving you up, till I got more than [A] enough.
[B] You better beat me [F#m] with your good love.
Dress me into sickness, nurse me back to [A] health.
[B] Tell [F#m] me what it is that I want in this world. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
_ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _