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Standard Tuning, no capo
Closer to the recording with power chords
G
I burned my Sunday clothes
Em
Thought I had found my gold
D C G
But here I sit, picking up the pieces
G
And I've given up my hope
E
replaced with will to cope
D C G
I lost my friends to drugs and drinking
C G
I'm slowly slipping away
C G
Is it sad to say I feel okay?
C
I've tried my changing
D
But God, I just don't care at all
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
G Em D C G
G
So I screamed my final words
Em
Not sure they would be heard
D C G
But I packed my bags and I carried on
G
And now I stay up nights
Em
Contemplating the value of one life
D C G
But like Eric told me, "Keep on keepin' on"
C G
Am I broken, is there just too much to fix?
C G
Like a puzzle who's pieces just won't fit
C
I'm sick of hauling myself in
D
To learn there's just nothing that can be done
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G Em D G
And I was too scared to face it
Em D G
I settled for fool's gold
D
Now I'm trying to make it worth something it's not
during the solo:
Em D G X 3
D
(silent)
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G
Closer to the recording with power chords
G
I burned my Sunday clothes
Em
Thought I had found my gold
D C G
But here I sit, picking up the pieces
G
And I've given up my hope
E
replaced with will to cope
D C G
I lost my friends to drugs and drinking
C G
I'm slowly slipping away
C G
Is it sad to say I feel okay?
C
I've tried my changing
D
But God, I just don't care at all
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
G Em D C G
G
So I screamed my final words
Em
Not sure they would be heard
D C G
But I packed my bags and I carried on
G
And now I stay up nights
Em
Contemplating the value of one life
D C G
But like Eric told me, "Keep on keepin' on"
C G
Am I broken, is there just too much to fix?
C G
Like a puzzle who's pieces just won't fit
C
I'm sick of hauling myself in
D
To learn there's just nothing that can be done
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G Em D G
And I was too scared to face it
Em D G
I settled for fool's gold
D
Now I'm trying to make it worth something it's not
during the solo:
Em D G X 3
D
(silent)
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G
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