[Intro]
E|--2-----2----3-----3----5----5--5----5--5----5--5--3--3--3--3--|
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( D F Bb G )
( D F Bb )
( D C G )
( D F Bb )
[Primeira 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
[Pré-Refrão]
Bb
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C
Everything is going dark
Bb G
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
[Refrão]
D F Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G D F Bb G
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D C G D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
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 Bb
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels
Bb
To be alone
[Pré-Refrão]
Bb
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C
Everything is going dark
Bb G
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
[Refrão]
D F Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G D F Bb G
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D C G D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
F Bb C
The emptiness is heavier than you think
[Ponte]
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
[Refrão]
D F Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
D F Bb C
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D F Bb G D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
F Bb C
The emptiness is heavier than you think
D F Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G D F Bb G
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D C G D
Oh, God, everything is so 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
