Cifras
Shippensburg

Tono: G

Introducción: Dm    Bb    Gm    C    

dificultad
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             Dm                                            Gm                         Dm                                              Gm  
You know what makes me happy, the things that make you sad
             Dm                                 Gm                                                 Dm                 Gm  
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
             Dm                    Gm                              Dm                              Gm  
I found my indecision, the product of the media grime
             Dm                                 Gm                                            Dm            Gm         C  
The feel that I control will have you press rewind
F                                                            Gm                                                    F  
And now I'm on the wings, hoping that you'll hear
                                                                Gm                                                    F  
Don't bother to respond, you love to hear me again
                                                                                     Gm                                    F                                              Gm  
And when the sun beams down all of your lies, close, close, yeah close the light
        Dm  Bb  Gm  C)  
          Dm                      Bb                            Gm         C         Dm                      Bb      Gm    C  
The sky's all grey in the barracks, I know I'm a lousy hero
                Dm         Bb              Gm                         C                 Dm      Bb      Gm    C  
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
F                                                                                    Gm                                            F                                              Gm  
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes, close, close, yeah close (conscience)
     Bb              F                    C                                    Gm  
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
                  Bb                    F                    C                                      Bb                 Dm              Gm                  Dm  Bb  Gm  C)  
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played
    Dm  Bb  Gm  C)  
Dm                         Bb                 Gm      C  Dm                                 Bb            Gm            C  
And in the end of a season,         the voices turn it all off
             Dm                         Bb              Gm              C                            Dm                    Bb            Gm         C  
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
     Bb              F                    C                                    Gm  
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
                  Bb                    F                    C                                      Bb                 Dm              Gm  
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played    (that's good)