Cifras para Violão Hundreds Of Ways

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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
                        
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What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
                        
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It came before and Im still looking for that now
                      
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It took centuries to build these twisted cities
                      
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It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
                                    
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And all the tour guide could say was, "take your pictures folks, it's late.
                            
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Try your best to remember what was done."
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Don't look so forlorn
                                            
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Don't look so scared
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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
                                
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There are hundreds of ways
                
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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
                              
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All these strange parades of sands the city makes when I lie down
                  
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Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
                
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Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
      
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I guess I can see it from the side
                      
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Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be
    
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I hope I am forgotten when I die
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Don't contradict me
                                                                              
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Don't make me cross the line
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If you feel threatened
                                                
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its only cause I might
                                          
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But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                
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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
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All my heroes they're all talk
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running in circles
                    
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Some stopwatch some chaos
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Love was the message
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Full stop
            
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We ramble on and on
            
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We ramble on and on
    
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I stole all the rhinestones outta of Carolina
  
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Sold them out in bakersfield for cash
              
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The band shell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan
                                    
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Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
                                          
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And now any sucker can turn boredom in to violence
      
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a sociopath riding on a bus
          
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his irises are black from his novelty contacts
                            
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he looks around but he cant see the rest of us
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In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light
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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
                                
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                                
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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))
    
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There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways to get though the day
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Just find one
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Tabbed and transcribed by Ryan Hacker