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Great Papa Roach's Song, enjoy it... you put the rhythm... Intro = Gb5 Ab5 A5 Ab5 (x2)
Gb5BrokAb5en hA5omeAb5 Gb5All Ab5alonA5e Ab5 Gb5BrokAb5en hA5omeAb5 Gb5All Ab5alonA5e
Gb5 C5 A5 B5
Gb5I can't C5seem toA5 fight B5these feelings Gb5I'm caugC5ht in tA5he middB5le of this Gb5And my wC5ounds aA5re not B5healing Gb5I'm stucC5k in beA5tween mB5y parents Gb5I wish IC5 had soA5meone tB5o talk to Gb5Someone C5I couldA5 confidB5e in Gb5I just wC5ant to A5know thB5e truth Gb5I just wC5ant to A5know thB5e truGb5th D5 C5 B5 A5 Gb5 (D5 C5 B5 A5) Want to know the truth
Gb5BrokAb5en hA5omeAb5 Gb5All Ab5alonA5e Ab5
Gb5I know mC5y motheA5r lovesB5 me Gb5But doesC5 my fatA5her eveB5n care Gb5If I'm sC5ad or aA5ngry B5 Gb5You wereC5 never A5ever thB5ere Gb5When I nC5eeded yA5ou B5 Gb5I hope yC5ou regrA5et whatB5 you did Gb5I think C5I know A5the truB5th Gb5Your fatC5her didA5 the saB5me to Gb5you D5 C5 B5 A5 Gb5 (D5 C5 B5 A5) Did the same to you
Gb5I'm crying day and niD5ght nC5ow B5 A5 What Gb5is wrong with me I cannot fiD5ght nC5ow B5 A5 I feel Gb5like a weak link Crying day and nigD5ht noC5w B5 A5 What isGb5 wrong with me I cannot fiD5ght nC5ow B5 A5 I feel Gb5like a weak link
Gb5Push F5it bGb5ack inside
Gb5BrokAb5en hA5omeAb5 Gb5All Ab5alonA5e Ab5
(Gb5 Ab5 A5 Ab5)x4 till end of verse It feels bad to be alone Crying by yourself living in a broken home How could I tell it So all y'all could feel it Depression strikes hard like my old earth Would tell it To her son she told me I'm the one Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun Stories that I tell are nonfiction And you can take it back Cause it's already done (Gb5 C5 A5 B5)
Gb5Broken hC5ome A5 B5 Gb5Broken hC5ome A5 B5
Gb5Can't seC5em to fA5ight thB5ese feelings Gb5I'm caugC5ht in tA5he middB5le of this Gb5And my wC5ounds aA5re not B5healing Gb5I'm stucC5k in beA5tween mB5y parents
(Gb5 C5 A5 B5)
Gb5Broken hC5ome A5 B5 Gb5Broken hC5ome A5 B5
End= Gb5 x3 Submitted by Gonzalo Hidalgo, any doubts write me to ghll_ch1@hotmail.com