Tono: A
Introducción: A E D A
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Lost the confidence to write a song
E
So I found three simple chords
And held them together with my weak voice
D
On an out of tune guitar
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My father gave to me
E
And may Elvis turn in his grave
D A
And Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers
E
And may the likes of this song never make
One fucking dollar
D
Leave it for a demo tape
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To be played until it's broken
E
And remembered only for what it was
D
Though we gave 'em hell
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Though we gave 'em hell
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Though we gave 'em hell
(2x)
A E
To my friends and enemies who could have been anything
D
Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect
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Behind counters
Behind windows
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Striving just
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To be people with bitter ideals of justice
E D A
Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent?
E
Sleeping under plastic stars glued to the ceiling
D A
Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine
E
Every morning
D
But we gave 'em hell
A
But we gave 'em hell
E
But we gave 'em hell
(2x)
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There's a height beyond skyscrapers
E D
There's a distance beyond the freeway
A E
More than pictures in a magazine
D
More than tragedy in a rock and roll song
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It's more than actions you know are safe to make
D A
It's more than money could ever buy
E
Are we living to work and die in American cities?
D A
And working to live and die in American cities,