Cifras
Low Lives And High Hopes

Tono: D

Introducción:

                                D                                                 E  
Now I ain?t saying that this is fine,
                                                                                D                                                                      E  
But life means more than 9 to 5 and tripping up over your mind.
             D                                            E  
Dead roses and spilled wine,
                                                                             D                                                              E  
They are the only signs that we are counting down the miles.
                        D         E                                              D            E  
Until we meet, our next enjoyable defeat.
                     D                                                 E  
Plastic people with empty lives,
                                                                                        D  
They come but leave their hearts behind,
                                                                        E  
And leave with self-adoring eyes, ooh.
Chorus
A  E                                      F#m                         D  
I know that we?re shooting for stars,
             A                              E                    F#m      D  
That burned out a thousand years ago.
A                            E                                                 F#m                 D  
But I can?t help but think that we have a chance,
                                  A                                    E                                 F#m    D  
?Cause we?re low lives with high hopes.
A      E                                         D              E              D              E  
Low lives, with high hopes
verse 2
                D                            E  
But reality sinks in,
                                                                                  D                                                                                         E  
It seems our hopes are whisker thin, but giving up?s the greatest sin.
                  D                                      E                                                                              D  
Why do we keep on promising each day away like it?s a whim?
                                                                                E  
This ain?t a game that we can win.
                                                             D    E                                                              D              E  
This life is touch and go, but this is something we chose.
                                        D                                         E  
I?ll pick this thorn out of my head,
                                                                D                                                                                         E  
That we?d be better off instead, chasing moons to meet our ends, ooh.
Chorus
A  E                                      F#m                         D  
I know that we?re shooting for stars,
             A                              E                    F#m      D  
That burned out a thousand years ago.
A                            E                                                 F#m                 D  
But I can?t help but think that we have a chance,
                                  A                                    E                                 F#m    D  
?Cause we?re low lives with high hopes.
A      E                                         D              E              D              E  
Low lives, with high hopes
Bridge
D                                 A                              D                    E  
Underneath my skin I got a fever setting in,
D                    A                                            E                                                         D  
Living a life of it?s own, maybe I should let it in.
D                                      A                                                 D                            E  
?Cause I cannot emphasise what it?s like to apologise,
D                 A              E  
I won't follow the guide
Chorus
A  E                                      F#m                         D  
I know that we?re shooting for stars,
             A                              E                    F#m      D  
That burned out a thousand years ago.
A                            E                                                 F#m                 D  
But I can?t help but think that we have a chance,
                                  A                                    E                                 F#m    D  
?Cause we?re low lives with high hopes.
A      E                                         D              E              D              E  
Low lives, with high hopes
Chorus
A  E                                      F#m                         D  
I know that we?re shooting for stars,
             A                              E                    F#m      D  
That burned out a thousand years ago.
A                            E                                                 F#m                 D  
But I can?t help but think that we have a chance,
                                  A                                    E                                 F#m    D  
?Cause we?re low lives with high hopes.
A      E                                         D              E              D              E  
Low lives, with high hopes
Solo
A  E  F#m  D(x4)  
A  E  DE  
A  E  F#m  D(x4)  
A  E  DE  
Outro
DE  F#mE  A