Cifras
War Paint

Tono: B

Introducción:  Bb   F   Gm   Eb  

dificultad
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 F                                   Eb 
I was starting to shake
                                                 Gm 
From the days I've been up
There's a lot on my plate
                 F                                           Eb 
And the ones I loved stopped answering
           Gm 
They left me to find my self
In my own hate
 F                   Eb                                     Gm 
I work all alone with a cynical taste
And the day I get out
                                       F 
Is the day I'll be made
                                   Eb 
I was cut out of stone
                                     Gm 
And carved with a blade
                                                   F 
Head down with all of my hardships
                                         Eb 
There's nothing too strong
                         Gm 
That I cant face
                                                           F 
Don't stop 'till you finally have it
                                                   Eb 
It should be more like a habit
 Bb 
Come down,
 F 
All the fighting's over
 Gm                                                 Eb 
I let you breathe your own air
               Bb                           F                     Gm 
I will set my arms down in a corner
                                       Eb 
When I turn around
                                                         Bb             F 
You will tell me how you're up now
                                                         Gm 
From your dream of clovers
                                                           Eb 
Said, "not a thing will compare
               Bb                             F                           Gm 
To the sense you give me, and disorder
                                           Eb 
When you turn around
                                           F 
And I can't breathe"
Verse

 F  Eb  Gm 
There wasn't a trace
                                       F 
Of the war letting up
                                           Eb 
And the days went on late
       Gm 
I struggled
                                         F 
And I fell to solid ground
                                 Eb 
It led me to my escape
 F                                                         Eb 
Now here I am outside of your gate
I was hoping you could
 Bb 
Come down,
 F 
All the fighting's over
 Gm                                                 Eb 
I let you breathe your own air
               Bb                           F                     Gm 
I will set my arms down in a corner
                                       Eb 
When I turn around
                                                         Bb             F 
You will tell me how you're up now
                                                         Gm 
From your dream of clovers
                                                           Eb 
Said, "not a thing will compare
               Bb                             F                           Gm 
To the sense you give me, and disorder
                                           Eb 
When you turn around
                                           F 
And I can't breathe"
 Eb  Eb/D 
                    Well, I came to say sorry
 Eb  Eb/D  Bb 
                      I shouldn't have left
 Eb  Eb/D                                     Gm 
                But my bitterness got to me
                  Before you did
 Eb  Eb/D 
                  And now I'm laying in gardens
 Eb  Eb/D  Bb 
                      Where we start over again
 Eb  Eb/D                                   Gm 
                  I know that you got me
                  And this is it

 Bb 
Come down,
 F 
All the fighting's over
 Gm                                                 Eb 
I let you breathe your own air
               Bb                           F                     Gm 
I will set my arms down in a corner
                                       Eb 
When I turn around
                                                         Bb             F 
You will tell me how you're up now
                                                         Gm 
From your dream of clovers
                                                           Eb 
Said, "not a thing will compare
               Bb                             F                           Gm 
To the sense you give me, and disorder
                                           Eb 
When you turn around
                                           F 
And I can't breathe"