Andrew Belle is a 33 year old singer-songwriter from Chicago, IL. Combining hook-ridden melodies and powerful vocals, Belle has become a respected name amongst young performers in the Chicago music circuit. He has performed hundreds of shows in the past 2 years; quickly becoming a favorite at Downtown Chicago's national hot-spot 'Rock It Bar and Grill'. Releasing his debut recording 'All Those Pretty Lights EP' on iTunes this fall; expect big things in the near future for this bright, young talent (http://www.briterevolution.com/artists/)
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DF#m You and me AF#m Got ourselves a problem DA I can see this E Better than I solve em
DF#m I believed AF#m I found a way around it DA I will leave E This better than I found it
[Chorus]
Bm There’s too much smoke to see it D There’s too much broke to feel this F#m I love you, I love you E And all of your pieces
Bm There’s too much smoke to see it D There’s too much broke to feel this F#m I love you, I love you E And all of your pieces
[Verse 2]
DF#m History’s AF#m a letter made of scarlet DF#m Victories E look better when you’ve called it DF#m Misery’s AF#m the moment when I lost you. It’s pleasure in a DF#m costume. E It’s more than what it cost you
[Chorus]
Bm There’s too much smoke to see it D There’s too much broke to feel this F#m I love you, I love you E And all of your pieces
Bm There’s too much smoke to see it D There’s too much broke to feel this F#m I love you, I love you E And all of your pieces
[Bridge]
D All of your pieces A All of your pieces F#m All of your pieces E
D All of your pieces A All of your pieces F#m All of your pieces E
[Chorus]
Bm There’s too much smoke to see it D There’s too much broke to feel this F#m I love you, I love you E And all of your pieces
Bm There’s too much smoke to see it D There’s too much broke to feel this F#m I love you, I love you E And all of your pieces