Strong Enaugh

Fig1
E|-----------------------------------| 
B|-----------------------------------| 
G|---4-5-4---4-5-4---4-5-4---4-7-5---| 
D|-7-------5-------3-------2-------7-| 
A|-----------------------------------| 
E|-----------------------------------| 

Fig2
E|-----| 
B|-----| 
G|-----| 
D|-----| 
A|---7-| 
E|-5---| 

Fig3
E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
B|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
G|-------5--------5--------5------------5--------5--------5-7~5~-| 
D|-7-5-7---7--5-7---7--7-5---7-5--7-5-7---7--5-7---7--7-5--------| 
A|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 

E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
B|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
G|-------5--------5--------5------------5--------5--------5------| 
D|-7-5-7---7--5-7---7--7-5---7-5--7-5-7---7--5-7---7--7-5---7-5--| 
A|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
E|---------------------------------------------------------------| 

Fig1 4x
A5 G5 F5 E5

A5
I spent all my tragic days but it made me more confused
F5
What was really going on? Every step I did so blur
Fig2
A5
Many things I cannot leave pull me to an empty space

F5
I reach out beyond the line, hope to find another life

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D5                      C5                      G5                 
Good times and bad times I walk through, but at the end I will fall
             A5

D5                      C5              E5              F5        
All of my sympathy disappears, it’s turning useless
      G5


Reff:
A5      C5
OOOOO
F5                      E5
The pain I try to live without
A5              C5              F5              E5
Stealing back memories that were mine
A5      C5
OOOOO
F5                              E5
The tension makes me runaway
D5                              E5
I feel less-powered and good friends are gone

A5
Friends are easy come and go, think my life's is misery
F5
Hypocrite society, perfect people is not real
A5
You will never count at all, what I give and what I care
F5
And you'll always got the times, you got sick when I worked wrong

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Fig3
A5 C5 F5 G5

D5 C5 D5 C5 D5 C5
E5 D5 E5 D5 E5 D5
F5 E5 F5 E5 F5 E5 G5 F5 E5

• A5
• C5
• D5

  5
• E5
• F5
• G5