Chords for Twenty One Pilots - Migraine (Toy Piano Edition)

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59, Southwest Medical Service. _ _ _ _
Connecticut, Strawberry Hill,
St.
Margaret is Richmond.
_ 412, yeah.
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_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F] Am I the [C] only one I [G] know?
_ _ [F] Waging my [C] wars behind my [A] face and above my throat.
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Shadows will [C] scream that I'm alone.
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[Dm] I've got the [C] migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and [Am] sideways.
Thank God it's Friday, because Fridays will [C] always be better than Sundays,
because Sundays are [Am] my suicide days.
I don't know why they always seem so [C] dismal.
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight [Am] drizzle.
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed,
sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.
Let it be said what the headache [C] represents.
It's me defending in suspense.
It's me suspended in a [Am] defenseless test.
Being tested by a [C] ruthless examinate that's [G] represented best by [A] my depressed _
[Dm] in [C] thoughts.
I do not have [G] writer's block.
My writer just hates the [Am] clock.
It will not let me sleep.
[Dm] I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead.
[C] And sometimes death seems [G] better than the migraine in my [F] head.
Am I [C] the only one I [G] know?
_ _ [F] Waging my [C] wars behind [G] my face and above my [Am] throat.
[F] Shadows [C] will scream that I'm [G] alone.
_ But [Dm] I know [C] we've made it [Dm] this far, [N] _
[C] kid.
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I am not as fine as I seem.
Pardon [C] me for yelling, I'm telling you green.
[Am] Gardens are not what's growing in my psyche.
It's [D] a different me, a difficult to be,
still feasting on burnt down [E] trees.
Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture [C] portrait.
Something you won't forget.
It's all about [Am] my forehead and how it is adored.
That hold back [C] content that make Pandell Rasmus contents look [Am] non-violent.
Behind my eyelids are islands [C] of violence.
My mind shit, reckless is the only land [Am] my mind could find.
I did not know it was such a violent [C] island.
Bullet tidal wave, suicidal craze.
[Am] Lions, they're trying to eat me, but running down the [C] chin.
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion [F] win.
I begin to assemble what weapons I can [C#] find.
Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your [C] mind.
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We've made it [C] this far.
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We've made [D#] it this_
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