Frank Turner - Be more kind

^CHistory's been ^Gleaning on me ^Amlately;^{C/G D7/F#}I can feel the future breathing down my ^Gneck ^CAnd all the things I ^Gthought were true When ^AmI was young, and ^C/Gyou were too ^D7/F#Turned out to be broken ^GAnd I don't know what comes next

^AmIn a world that has ^Fdecided That it's ^C/Ggoing to lose its mi^Gnd Be more ^Amkind, my friends, ^Ftry to be more ^Ckind

^CThey've started raising ^Gwalls around the ^Amworld now^{C/G D7/F#}Like hackles raised upon a cornered ^Gcat ^COn the borders, ^Gin our heads Between ^Amthings that can and ^C/Gcan't be said We've stopped ^D7/F#talking to each other And there's ^Gsomething wrong with that

^AmSo before you go out ^Fsearching Don't ^C/Gdecide what you will ^Gfind Be more ^Amkind, my friends, ^Ftry to be more ^Ckind

You should ^Fknow^Em* you're not ^Amalone ^D7/F# And that trouble ^Fcomes^Em*, and trouble ^Amgoes ^D7/F# How this ^Fends,^Em* no one ^Amknows ^D7/F# So hold on ^Ftight^Em* when the wind ^Amblows

The ^Cwind blew both of ^Gus to sand and ^Amsea ^C/G And ^D7/F#where the dry land stands is hard to say ^G As the ^Ccurrent drags us ^Gby the shore We ^Amcan no longer ^C/Gsay for sure Who's ^D7/F#drowning, or if they can be ^Gsaved

But ^Amwhen you're out there ^Ffloundering Like a ^C/Glighthouse I will ^Gshine Be more ^Amkind, my friends, ^Ftry to be more ^C/Gkind

Like a ^Ambeacon reaching ^Fout To you and ^C/Gyours from me and ^Gmine Be more ^Amkind, my friends, ^Ftry to be more ^C/Gkind

In a ^Amworld that has ^Fdecided That it's ^C/Ggoing to lose its ^Gmind Be more ^Amkind, my friends, ^Ftry to be more ^Ckind