[Intro ]


    
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E|--2-----2----3-----3----5----5--5----5--5----5--5--3--3--3--3--| 
B|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
G|-----2-----------3---------------------------------------------| 
D|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
A|---------------------------------------------------------------| 
E|---------------------------------------------------------------|
 

( D  F  Bb  G ) 
( D  F  Bb ) 
( D  C  G ) 
( D  F  Bb ) 
  

[Verso 1]


Dm 
We hurt ourselves for fun 
Bb 
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb 
Dm                             Bb 
Addicted to a lonely kind of love 
Bb 
What I wanna know 
  


   
[Pré-Refrão]
                Bb 
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid 
C 
Everything is going dark 
Bb                              C 
Nothing makes me sadder than my head 
  

[Refrão]


                     D       F               Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops 
G               D         F             Bb      G 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me 
D        C             G                             D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing 
    F            Bb      C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think 
  

[Verso 2]

Dm 
I'm tripping on the edge 
Bb 
High as a kite, I'm never coming down 
Dm                                         Bb 
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels 
Bb 
To be alone 
  

[Pré-Refrão]


                   Bb 
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid 
C 
Everything is going dark 
Bb                              C 
Nothing makes me sadder than my head 
  

[Refrão]


                      D       F               Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops 
G               D         F             Bb      G 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me 
D        C             G                             D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing 
    F            Bb      C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think 
  

[Ponte]


D 
Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind 
D 
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ 
D 
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind 
D 
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ 
  


[Refrão]

                      D       F               Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops 
                D         F             Bb      C 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me 
D        F             Bb              G             D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing 
    F            Bb      C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think 
  
                      D       F               Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops 
G               D         F             Bb      G 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me 
D        C             G                             D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing 
    F            Bb      C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think 
  
D        F  Bb  G 
Teardrops 
D        F  Bb  G 
Teardrops 
                  D         F  Bb  G 
I'm running outta teardrops 
D 
The emptiness is heavier than you think