Teardrops
Bring Me The Horizon
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[Intro]E|--2-----2----3-----3----5----5-- B|-------------------------------- G|-----2-----------3-------------- D|-------------------------------- A|-------------------------------- E|-------------------------------- E|5----5--5----5--5--3--3--3--3--| B|-------------------------------| G|-------------------------------| D|-------------------------------| A|-------------------------------| E|-------------------------------|( D F Bb G )( D F Bb )( D C G )( D F Bb ) [Primera Parte]Dm We hurt ourselves for funBb Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numbDm Bb Addicted to a lonely kind of loveBb What I wanna know [Pre-Estribillo]Bb Is how we got this stressed out, paranoidC Everything is going darkBb G Nothing makes me sadder than my head [Estribillo]D F I'm running outta teardrops, letBb it hurt till it stopsG D F I can't keep my grip, I'mBb G slipping away from meD C G Oh, God, everything is soD fucked, but I can't feel a thingContinúa después del anuncioF Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think [Segunda Parte]Dm I'm tripping on the edgeBb High as a kite, I'm never coming downDm And if you hear me, guess you knowBb how it feelsBb To be alone [Pre-Estribillo]Bb Is how we got this stressed out, paranoidC Everything is going darkBb G Nothing makes me sadder than my head [Estribillo]D F I'm running outta teardrops, letBb it hurt till it stopsG D F I can't keep my grip, I'mBb G slipping away from meD C G Oh, God, everything is soD fucked, but I can't feel a thingF Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think [Puente]D Suicidal, violent tragic state of mindD Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-ChristD Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mindD Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ [Estribillo]D F I'm running outta teardrops, letBb it hurt till it stopsD F I can't keep my grip, I'm slippingBb C away from meD F Bb Oh, God, everything is soG D fucked, but I can't feel a thingF Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you thinkD F I'm running outta teardrops, letBb it hurt till it stopsG D F I can't keep my grip, I'mBb G slipping away from meD C G Oh, God, everything is soD fucked, but I can't feel a thingF Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you thinkD F Bb G TeardropsD F Bb G TeardropsD F Bb G I'm running outta teardropsD The emptiness is heavier than you think