Misc Your Songs - Shaun roberts - little liars
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[Verse 1]
DI've been bitten, Gbottle hitting
DMain point F#m7missing GI'm sure D
DWaiting for you to F#m7see right through A
AThe shadow shows Gon your wall
You Dcall it searching
It Glooks like lurching
To Dechoes F#m7of a Gcall D
DWe're at the top but the F#m7words don't stop
GListen to me F#m7now...
[Chorus]
BmTalk don't hurt but Gwords don't work
BmTalk don't hurt but Awords don't work
BmTalk don't hurt but Gwords don't work
GThough they are FmbeautiDful and Bmall
GBut in the end
Silence Gmis the friend
Of the BmUnseen AUnknown GForces
That Arule us Dall
[Verse 2]
DAway from the fray the Gmusic I play,D
DIt takes the F#m7edge aGway
DI steal some chords, I
F#m7Write these words
It Ahelps me mediGtate
DYou want from me the Gway to see
The Dwholeness F#m7of our Gstate D
DI'll try for you but F#m7words won't do
What Gtime was meant to F#mtake
[Chorus]
BmTalk don't hurt but Gwords don't work
BmTalk don't hurt but Awords don't work
BmTalk don't hurt but Gwords don't work
GThough they are FmbeautiDful and Bmall
GBut in the end
Silence Gmis the friend
Of the BmUnseen AUnknown GForces
That Arule us Dall
(middle)
EMetaDcommunication's A better comEmunication A
AThose words are Esignifiers F#m
F#mThose words are Dlittle liars
ALittle Dliars, lAittle Dliars Bm
(chorus pattern as instrumental:)
Bm G
Bm A
Bm G
G Fm D Bm
G
Gm
Bm A G
A D
[Verse 3]
DStorm subsides into Gcalm we ride
DDon't know F#m7what happened Gthere
The Dheat of the fight has F#m7left with the night
Its Aenergy now hot Gair
But Dthose words were cold
You Gsaid we can't hold on, D said things were F#m7falling aGway
But the Dworld that they leave is F#m7what to believe
We're sGtronger than yesterF#mday
[Chorus]
BmTalk don't hurt but Gwords don't work
BmTalk don't hurt but Awords don't work
BmTalk don't hurt but Gwords don't work
GThough they are FmbeautiDful and Bmall
GBut in the end
Silence Gmis the friend
Of the BmUnseen AUnknown GForces
That Arule us Dall