Stick Figure - Weight of sound

^AThis one goes ^Eout to my girl ton^F#might I'll ^Asing a song for y^Eou because the mood is ^F#mright ^AIt's 2:1^E6 on a Saturday ni^F#mght My gir^Al she is passed out,^E she's not feeling alri^F#mght ^ATwenty four ho^Eurs can be a long ^F#mtime To be^A lying in b^Eed from the previous ni^F#mght ^AI'll sit her^Ee and dri^F#mnk myself a beer ^AAll night long, I'll s^Eing this song till you ^F#mcall on me, yeah

^ATomorrow will co^Eme and the sun will s^F#mhine ^AWell I'll be sitting he^Ere right by your s^F#mide ^ASo let the mus^Eic soothe your sou^F#ml ^ALet the musi^Ec take contr^F#mol ^AEverything you do or s^Eay comes back to y^F#mou ^AWhen things don't work out ri^Eght, you got to push on th^F#mrough

^ASo keep on run^Ening,^F#m keep on moving ^AEverything ^Eis gonna be alr^F#might ^AKeep on smil^Eing,^F#m keep on laughing ^AEvery little t^Ehing is gonna be a^F#mlright

^AIf you left ^Ethis choice up to ^F#mme ^ADon't tell me what you got girl ^EBaby please tell me what you ne^F#med ^AI must confess, I've been ble^Essed but I'll never say n^F#mever ^A'Cause I could die tod^Eay but this music lives fo^F#mrever ^AAnd nothing is impossible, noth^Eing is out of your r^F#meach ^AIt's just another love song, j^Eust another me^F#mlody ^ASo keep believing in your dreams,^E life's not what it seems som^F#metimes ^AAnd love the air you breathe, y^Eou got everything you need for to^F#mnight

^ARunn^Eing a^F#mway, ^Arunn^Eing a^F#mway ^ASo far f^Erom this pl^F#mace, r^Aunni^Eng a^F#mway

^ASo keep on run^Ening, (no...)^F#m keep on moving, (yeah...) ^AEverything^E is gonna be al^F#mright ^AKeep on smil^Eing, (no...)^F#m keep on laughing, (yeah...) ^AEvery little t^Ehing is gonna be a^F#mlright

^APlaying on your radio, coming thr^Eough your stereo And ever^F#mybody's getting down ^AYou can't seem to let it go, running ^Elike a video You're haunted^F#m by the weight of sound ^AIn your eyes, you fo^Ecus on the l^F#might And for toni^Aght, just rel^Eax and let's get h^F#migh ^AThe sun it is a sinking low, I'm thinking ^Ethat it's time to go And eve^F#mrybody's headed home ^AWatch them as they come and go, listen ^Eto your soul it knows Can you ^F#mfeel the weight of sound? ^AIt's just love there's not^Ehing that's more r^F#meal ^AThis love, and the w^Eay it makes you f^F#meel