Lights - Running with the boys

We were kind of ^D/Aferal, wicked little ^Gmachines Captains and c^Bmavalries f^Aorming empires in the shade of the t^Grees Without hesi^D/Atation, kings of the fo^Grest town Holding the o^Bmcean down We were h^Aalf this heavy and twice this ^Gloud

So turn up the ^D/Anoise Dressed to the^G nines Running with the ^D/Aboys Your hand in ^Gmine Singing every ^Bmsong, loving every ^Aline 'Til the night is ^Ggone Just like the old t^D/Aimes Just like the old t^Gimes

Was what you ^D/Amade it We had our f^Griends around All the im^Bmages and sounds, ^Asuperimposed into all the backg^Grounds We used to be ^D/Aclumsy, lost in a tho^Gusand ways Captivated ^Bmby a craze, ^Athose were hands down My favorite d^Gays

So turn up the ^D/Anoise Dressed to the ^Gnines Running with the ^D/Aboys Your hand in ^Gmine Singing every ^Bmsong, loving every ^Aline 'Til the night is ^Ggone Just like the old t^D/Aimes Just like the old t^Gimes

Su^D/Aspicion wasn't ^Emin our head I^Gt was only underneath the ^D/Abeds ^Em(Bed^Gs) Sa^D/Aline eyes didn't h^Emave to hide They^G were always open way too w^D/Aide (Wa^Emy too wi^Gde)

So turn up the ^D/Anoise Dressed to th^Ge nines Running with the ^D/Aboys Your hand in ^Gmine Singing every ^Bmsong, loving every ^Aline Till the night is ^Ggone Just like the old t^D/Aimes Just like the old t^Gimes Just like the old t^D/Aimes Just like the old t^Gimes