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F C 

 
[Verso 1]

F                           C 
Get out of your pit tonight 
                         F 
And dance with your girl 
                                  C 
If the shoe fits the foot tonight 
                         F 
We'll cause quite a stir 


[Pré-Refrão]


F                      C 
And all of the suburbs 
                  F 
Cling to the city 
                     C 
She won't be a lover 
                        F 
She won't give you pity 


[Refrão]


F               C 
I would like to know one 
      F               C 
Yeah, I would like to know one 
            F           Am 
You've been biting your tongue 
        C                 F 
With no blood to draw the line 
            F            C                 G 
You've been hanging your head to the ground 
              F  C 
To the ground 


 
[Verso 2]

F                              C 
She slept on the glass tonight 
                        F 
And fell from your grip 
                             C 
The room is all hers tonight 
                         F 
And she could take a pic 



[Pré-Refrão]

F                      C 
And all of the suburbs 
                  F 
Cling to the city 
                     C 
She won't be a lover 
                        F 
She won't give you pity 


[Refrão]


F               C 
I would like to know one 
      F               C 
Yeah, I would like to know one 
            F           Am 
You've been biting your tongue 
        C                 F 
With no blood to draw the line 
            F            C                 G 
You've been hanging your head to the ground 

            F           Am 
You've been biting your tongue 
        C               F 
Waiting for the weekend sun 
            F       C 
You've been hanging around 
            G 
For far too long, far too long 


Am G F 
Dm C F 



[Ponte]

    Am                  G             F 
Did someone step over my lifeless body 
  Dm             C              F 
I swear I lost a dozen lives to light 
   Am                     Em      F 
If I don't get out of here I will crumble 
  Dm              Em           F 
I sold my soul to every passer by 



[Refrão]

            F           Am 
You've been biting your tongue 
        C                 F 
With no blood to draw the line 
            F            C                G 
You've been hanging your head to the ground 

            F           Am 
You've been biting your tongue 
        C               F 
Waiting for the weekend sun 
            F       C 
You've been hanging around 
                 G 
For far too long 
                 F G 
For far too long 
                 F G 
For far too long 
                 F 
For far too long