F# A E B Dbm C F#m E|-----2-----0-----0-----2-----4-----------2-----| B|-----2-----2-----0-----4-----5-----1-----2-----| G|-----3-----2-----1-----4-----6-----0-----2-----| D|-----4-----2-----2-----4-----6-----2-----4-----| A|-----4-----0-----2-----2-----4-----3-----4-----| E|-----2-----------0-----------------------2-----|Intro: F#, AA E You're taking two KlonopinA E B So you can quit flippingA E A,E And face our friendsA E You dated the sainted deadA E He ain't nothing but a prayer cardB A E A,E Tacked up with my record jacketsA E We're riding through Jackson pinesA E B Towards Six Flags to wait in linesA E A E And have our spines shookA E B And I'm shook Chorus Lead (this isn't the way that it's played during the chorus, but it's something to fill for now):E|-------------5---4-----------| B|-------5---5---5---7-5-4-5-7-| G|---6-----6-------------------| D|-7---7-----------------------| A|-----------------------------| E|-----------------------------|A EB A E Got the space sicknessB A E B While we wait on the weightlessnessA E A delirious kissB Dbm And the feeling of falling inC E A E F#m Getting good at looking so in loveE But my eyes are unfocused The little ditty between the post-chorus and the second verse:E|----------------0--------------------------| B|-------------------------------------------| G|-----4p2-1--------------4p2-1--------------| D|------------2-----------------2------------| A|--0-----------------0----------------------| E|-------------------------------------------|A E We're right back in ManalapanA E B Those rainbows of oil spinA E On your former streetA E Are we more than meat?A E B Not a goddamn thing we could have said To convince youDbm C E A E F#m Now I dream in color of your faceE And I see the coast in your mirror shadesDbm C E A E F# Only feel relief when I'm back at home Falling forward aloneA EB A E Got the space sicknessB A E B While we wait on the weightlessnessA E A delirious kissB And the feeling of falling in E (play 4 bars) A (play 2 bars) E (play 4 bars) A (play 2 bars)A F#m A So there's nothing to do whenF#m A It's a foregone conclusionF#m A F# A pool overflowing and bursting Come the fuck on During solo play:A,E,BB A E I don't wanna dieB A E B At the hands of the Jackson WhitesA E Let the warm air rush inB At the wreck up ahead
Jackson
Cymbals Eat Guitars
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Continua depois do anúncio
Tom:
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