Cifras
Hundreds Of Ways

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Introducción:

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What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
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What a dream to just be walking on the ground
                                F#m                            E                                                                            D                                                            A  
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
                                A                                                                      E                                                              A  
It came before and Im still looking for that now
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It took centuries to build these twisted cities
                             A  
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
                                                F#m                                                    E                                                                         D  
     A  
And all the tour guide could say was, "take your pictures folks, it's late.
                                     A                                 E                                                                      A  
Try your best to remember what was done."
D  
Don't look so forlorn
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Don't look so scared
D  
Don't look so upset
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This world was never fair
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                          E  
There are hundreds of ways
                     D  
Now you just find one
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I used to think time was of the essence
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Now I just wish I could get some sleep
                                        F#m                                                         E                                              D                                                      A  
All these strange parades of sands the city makes when I lie down
                        A                                                            E                                                 A  
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
                     A  
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
        A  
I guess I can see it from the side
                             F#m                                      E                                                            D                                                              A  
Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be
     A                                      D                                                              A  
I hope I am forgotten when I die
D  
Don't contradict me
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Don't make me cross the line
D  
If you feel threatened
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its only cause I might
                                                        E                                                                              D  
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                          E                                                                              D  
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
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Yes There are hundreds of ways
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so you best find one
A  
E                                                                                    D  
All my heroes they're all talk
E  
running in circles
                          D  
Some stopwatch some chaos
E  
Love was the message
D  
Full stop
                F#m            E                      D  
We ramble on and on
                F#m            E                         D  
We ramble on and on
     A  
I stole all the rhinestones outta of Carolina
  A  
Sold them out in bakersfield for cash
                  F#m                                                 E                                                                         D                                 A  
The band shell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan
                                                A                                                                    E                                                         A  
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
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And now any sucker can turn boredom in to violence
        A  
a sociopath riding on a bus
             F#m                    E                                                      D                         A  
his irises are black from his novelty contacts
                                     A                                                                            E                                                      A  
he looks around but he cant see the rest of us
D                                                                                                                                                                      A  
In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light
D  
yah its getting dark bro
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but I've always loved the night
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But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                          E                                                                              D  
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                          E                                                                              D  
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                          E                                                                              D  
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                  (You can play this chord to mimic the horns here F#m(9th fret barchord))
     E  
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways to get though the day
D  
Just find one