Portugal. The Man - Plastic soldiers

^C#mEverything cares w^G#meight Everything is the s^Bame With^F#in us all tog^C#mether

^C#mEveryone cares w^G#meight Everyone is the s^Bame And w^F#e are all to^C#mgether

^C#mI can’^G#mt keep ^Bmy hea^F#d up ^C#mI’d like t^G#mo step on my fr^Biends Step^F# on my friends ^C#mBut I ca^G#mn’t ke^Bep my head ^F#up ^G#I can’t see to keep my head

^C#mCould it be we got lost in the summer ^G#mI know you know that its over ^BAnd yesterday,^F# treading water

^BAnd yesterday t^F#read on water ^C#mI hate^G#m to be ^Bso sha^F#llow I want to get deeper in, swim deeper in But I can’t find the water ^G#I cant seem to find my way

^C#mCould it be we got lost in the summer ^G#mI know you know that its over ^BAnd yesterday, treading ^F#water

^ACould it be we got lost in the summer ^EI know you kno^Bw that its over ^ABut yesterday treading water ^ETreading water ^B

^AYou can drift along you’ve got the time ^EThe rest of us will l^Bive and die Like p^Alastic soldiers ^EWe’re only growing olde^Br…