Young the Giant - I got

^DIn the night where I live, There’s st^Grange force in your kiss oh. All's d^Divine in desire. ^G

^DWith an isle of philosophy, ^GBurning scrolls in the naked heat, ^DOh how coy is your little boy. No! ^G

^ACause I know it don’t read that ^Gwell. Yeah! ^DI got b^F#uried; no ^Git won’t be long, before ^AI rise in. ^DI got b^F#uried; no ^Git won’t be long. Yeah!

^DIn the night where I live, ^GYour children sway they fuel the kitch.

^DRaise their glass to soviet cries in the ward, ^G And in shadows.

^DOutright, in times of old, ^GFumes are falling, smell them burn, ^DLike always, yes always^G.

^ACause I know it don’t read t^Ghat well. ^AAnd I know, only t^Gime will tell, me. ^DI got bu^F#ried; no it won’^Gt be long before I rise in. ^DI got bur^F#ied; no it won’^Gt be long before I rise in song!

^AAnd I know it don?^G??t read that well!! YEAH!

^DI got bur^F#ied; no it won’t be long^G, before I rise in.^{A D}I got! Oh^F# Buried; Oh ^Gno!!! ^ACause I know I got ^Dyou!!