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The Kids Aren't Alright

Tom: F

Introdução:  F#   B   D#m   B  

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 F# 
Stuck in the jet wash
             B 
Bad trip I couldn't get off
                         D#m 
And maybe I bit off more than I could chew
                 B 
And overhead of the aqua blue
                               F# 
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
                                 B 
Blessed be the boys time can't capture
           D#m 
On film or between the sheets
                                                   B 
I always fall from your window to the pitch black streets
                             B 
And with the black banners raised
                 D#m 
As the crooked smiles fade
 B                                   D#m 
Former heroes who quit too late
 B                                             D#m                 C# 
Just wanna fill up the trophy case again
                         F#                                   B 
And in the end, I'd do it all again
                                                   D#m 
I think you're my best friend
                                                   B 
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
                   F#                                           B 
I'll be yours, when it rains it pours
                                           D#m 
Stay thirsty I'll be fine
                                                   B 
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
                     F# 
I'm not passive but aggressive
               B 
Take note, it's not impressive
                         D#m 
Empty your sadness like you're dumping your purse
                                 B 
On my bedroom floor, we put your curse in reverse
                     F# 
And it's our time now if you want to to be
                     B 
More the war like the carnival bears set free
                   D#m 
And your love is anemic and I can't believe
             B 
That you couldn't see it coming from me
         B                                 D#m 
And I still feel that rush in my veins
         B                                         D#m 
It twists my head just a bit too thin
                         B                                             D#m                                   C# 
All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead
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                   D#m                                           F#                                           B 
And sometimes I just want to sit around, and gaze at my shoes yeah
                                           D#m                     F#                                 B 
And let your dirty sadness fill me up, just like a balloon
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