Guns for Hands chords

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_ D#m _ _ _ B _ _ _ _ .
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_ F# I know what you think you've earned C# when _ the sun shines on the ground D#m and shows B what you have done.
F# It shows C# where your mind has F# gone _ and you swear to your parents C# _ that it will never happen again.
D#m I know, _ B _ I know _ _ F# what that C# means.
I know _ B _ _ that F# you all have _ .
_ C# _ _ and you never put D#m the safety G#m on.
_ And F# you all have C# to take it, to take it, to take it.
_ F# _ _ I'm trying, I'm trying to C# sleep.
_ I'm trying, I'm trying to B sleep.
_ But I can't, but I can't when you F# all have _ guns for hands.
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_ _ _ I'm trying, I'm trying to C# sleep.
_ I'm trying, I'm trying to D#m sleep.
_ But I B can't, but I can't when you F# all _ have C# guns for hands.
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_ F# _ Let's take this a second at a time.
_ C# Let's take this one song, this one rhyme.
D#m _ Together, _ let's breathe _ _ F# together.
C# There's gonna be, F# _ _ but there's hope out the window.
_ C# _ _ So that's where we'll go.
D#m _ Let's go B outside and all join F# hands.
Until then C# you'll never understand.
B _ _ That F# you all have guns C# _ _ and you never put G#m the safety on.
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C# To take it, to take it, to take it, take it.
F# _ _ I'm trying, I'm trying to C# sleep.
I'm trying, I'm trying to B sleep.
But I can't, but I can't when you F# all have _ guns C# for hands.
D# _ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Love is a B phantom.
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_ _ Love is a C# phantom.
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_ _ D#m We turn the hands to guns straightening up I'm fighting me B the sun.
I must warn you of my disorder.
Or my condition, F# cause when the sun sets it upsets.
What's left of my C# investment in chess, in chess, in, in putting my fingers to D#m my head.
The solution is I see a whole room of these greedy B kids.
Fused in the race I simply tell them they should shoot F# a deer.
Simply suggest my destiny's confused.
Here's the C# key, obviously best for them to turn their guns to a D#m fish.
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F# _ _ _ I'm trying, I'm trying to C# sleep.
_ I'm trying, I'm trying to D#m sleep.
But I B can't, but I can't when you F# all _ _ C# have guns for hands.
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F# _ _ I'm trying, I'm trying to C# sleep.
_ I'm trying, I'm trying to D#m sleep.
_ But I B can't, but I can't when you F# all _ have guns C# for hands.
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