Misc Mashups - Twenty one pilots mashup

Sometimes you gotta bleed to k^Dno^F#w ^G That you’re alive and have a s^Dou^F#l ^G But it takes someone to come a^A7round To show you ^Ahow

She’s the tear in my ^Gheart I’m alive She’s the ^Atear in my ^Bmheart

She’s the ^Atear in my ^Dheart Take me ^Ahigher Than I’ve ever be^Den^{F# G}

The songs on the radio are ok^Day^{F# G} But my taste in music is your f^Dac^F#e ^G And it takes a song to come a^A7round To show you ^Ahow

^AmNa Na Na Na ^FOh Oh ^CNa Na Na Na ^DmOh Oh ^AmNa Na Na Na ^FOh Oh ^{C Dm}

^AmWhen the leader of the bad guys s^Fang ^CSomething soft and soaked in ^Dmpain ^AmI heard the echo from his secret ^Fhideaw^Cay ^{Dm Am}He must've forgot to close his d^Foor ^CAs he cranked out those dismal c^Dmhords ^AmAnd his four walls declared h^Fim insa^Cne ^Dm

^EmI found my way Right t^Bime wrong place As I p^Dmled my c^Gase

You're the ju^Fdge, Oh ^Cno Set me f^Gree ^Am You're the ju^Fdge, Oh ^Cno Set me f^Gree ^Am I k^Fnow my soul's fre^Cezing Hell's h^Got for good re^Amason So pl^Fease, take me

^FYou are ^Amsurrounding ^Call my ^Gsurroundings, ^FSounding down ^Amthe mountain range^C of my ^Gleft-side brain, ^FYou are ^Amsurrounding ^Call my ^Gsurroundings, ^FTwisting the k^Amaleidosco^Cpe behind ^Gboth of my eyes. ^{Am G F}And I'll be holding on to ^Cyou [x2]

^CShe asked me, "Son, when I grow old, ^CWill you buy me a house of gold? ^CAnd when your father turns to stone, ^CWill you take care of me?"

She ^Casked me, "Son, when ^FI grow old, Will ^Amyou buy me a ^Ghouse of gold? And ^Cwhen your father ^Fturns to stone, Will ^Cyou take ^Gcare of ^Cme?"

^FI will ^A7make you ^DmQueen of ^Bbmeverything you ^Fsee I'll put you on the ^Cmap I'll cure you of ^Fdisease ^C

We don't b^F#melieve what's^E on ^ATV Because it's ^F#mwhat we ^Ewant to ^Asee And what we ^F#mwant we know ^Ewe can't be^Alieve We all have ^F#mlearned to ^Ekill our ^Adreams

I ^Bmneed to know That ^F#mwhen I fail you'd still be^A here.... ^A7mmmm Cause ^Bmif you stick around, I'll ^Dsing you pretty sounds And we'll make ^Emoney selling your h^E7air

^C#I don't care what's in^D your hair I just wa^Anna know what's on your ^Emind I ^C#used to say I wanna ^Ddie before I'm old But ^Abecause of you I might think tw^Eice