• Bb
  • C
  • D
  • Dm
  • F
  • G
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Tono:
[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 fun
Bb Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb
Dm Bb Addicted to a lonely kind of love
Bb What I wanna know [Pre-Estribillo]
Bb Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C Everything is going dark
Bb G Nothing makes me sadder than my head [Estribillo]
D F I'm running outta teardrops, let
Bb it hurt till it stops
G D F I can't keep my grip, I'm
Bb G slipping away from me
D C G Oh, God, everything is so
D fucked, but I can't feel a thing
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F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think [Segunda Parte]
Dm I'm tripping on the edge
Bb High as a kite, I'm never coming down
Dm And if you hear me, guess you know
Bb how it feels
Bb To be alone [Pre-Estribillo]
Bb Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C Everything is going dark
Bb G Nothing makes me sadder than my head [Estribillo]
D F I'm running outta teardrops, let
Bb it hurt till it stops
G D F I can't keep my grip, I'm
Bb G slipping away from me
D C G Oh, God, everything is so
D fucked, but I can't feel a thing
F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think [Puente]
D Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind
D Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ
D Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
D Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ [Estribillo]
D F I'm running outta teardrops, let
Bb it hurt till it stops
D F I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping
Bb C away from me
D F Bb Oh, God, everything is so
G D fucked, but I can't feel a thing
F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think
D F I'm running outta teardrops, let
Bb it hurt till it stops
G D F I can't keep my grip, I'm
Bb G slipping away from me
D C G Oh, God, everything is so
D fucked, but I can't feel a thing
F Bb C The emptiness is heavier than you think
D F Bb G Teardrops
D F Bb G Teardrops
D F Bb G I'm running outta teardrops
D The emptiness is heavier than you think
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Composición: Oliver Sykes y Jordan Fish

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