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Tuning: E A D G B E
I play the chords this way : Fm 133111 C 032010 Bbm 013321 Eb 065343 Ab 466544 Db 043121 Bb 688766 C7 035353 [Intro] Fm C [Verse 1]
FmI found a schoCol of design FmIt was in a wealthy town A river Bbmran by It was emEbpty, holidays, who knoAbws BDbut I went in BbI was killing timeEb Fm
[Verse 2]
CMoving through the halls FmThere was fresh paint wet oBbmn the walls EbEverything was white and all Abthe clocks were DbWell designed, all Bbmticking in tEbime,
[Chorus]
AbAnd, I was strCuck Fmby a feeling Db Ab CIt'sFm harDbd to describe AbThe urge toC bust throughFm the ceiling Db Ab CRaise glFmass to the sky Db Ab RaiseC7 glass tFmo the sky Db COoFmoohDb C Db Fm Db C
[Verse 3] Fm
I found tChe archives Fm At tBbmhe school of design EbCrowded cabiAbnets of books DbAnd so I went in BbI was killing time Eb
[Verse 4] Fm
Turning pCages frail with dust Fm I couldn't help but smBbmile EbAt the ideal shaBbpe and maAbke up of things Db BbmWritten like words dEbivine
[Chorus]
AbAnd, I was strCuck Fmby a feeling Db Ab CIt'sFm harDbd to describe AbThe urge toC bust throughFm the ceiling Db Ab CRaise glFmass to the sky Db Ab RaiseC7 glass tFmo the sky Db COoFmoohDb C Db Fm Db C