New Song D
The Front Bottoms
- A
- A/C#
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- Em
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Continues after the ad
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D BmD BmD Bm A [Verse 1]D We all had the same look on ourBm faces, doesn't it feel like that?D And it took two years toBm replace it, doesn't seem so badD When you reveal a little bit moreBm of yourself every time you goA It is hard to watch, but it's good to knowD Bm At first it feels good but then not reallyD Bm It's a process, c'mon, you gotta believe meD Doesn't make you wrong and itBm doesn't make me rightA Just means we're different and you don't think about it all the time [Chorus]G D I fell down, you propped me upA You said you wouldn't start, 'causeG I couldn't stopG D My days are young, my nights are oldA G When it comes down to truth everyone has their own [Instrumental]D BmD BmD Bm AContinues after the ad[Verse 2]D Bm This isn't any funD Bm Like games I don't wanna playD You don't know what you wantBm anymoreA I don't know what to sayD We all had the same look on ourBm faces, doesn't it feel like that?D And it took six years to replaceBm it, doesn't seem so badD I reveal a little more of myselfBm every time I leaveA It's hard to know, but it's what I need [Chorus]G D I fell down, you propped me upA You said you wouldn't start, 'causeG I couldn't stopG D My days are young, my nights are oldA G When it comes down to truth everyone has their own [Bridge]Bm G The first time that I met you, you were selling me a lieBm (A/C# D) Em You wanted fifty dollars, forG me it's twenty-fiveBm G It seemed like a good day, a good day to be aliveBm You know you had no use for itEm any longer it was time for someoneG else to take a tryBm G The first time that I met you, you were selling me a bikeBm (A/C# D) Em It had a couple issues,G nothing I couldn't let slideBm G It seemed like a good day to be barely aliveBm You know you had no use for itEm any longer, it was time for someoneG else to take a rideD BmD Bm [Chorus]G D I fell down, you propped me upA You said you wouldn't start, 'causeG I couldn't stopG D My days are young, my nights are oldA G When it comes down to truth everyone has their ownG Now my days are too young, my nights are too oldD When it comes down to truth everyone's got their ownA And it's hard to explain the thing I've been toldG It's hard to admit I wanna go home [Other]D BmD BmD Bm A