This Girls Prepared For War Chords

Intro: Cm.     C#.     G#.     Fm
C.                         C#.           G#.                            Fm
All the nights I spend, waiting... Time moves so slow.
C.                         C#.                   G#.                      Fm
Leaning on my friends, complaining... Why it's so hard.

C.              E.                                   F
                  This girl's prepared for war
                  C.                                        E
And as for love, who knows what it's good for?
                  F.                          C
Except for crying yourself to sleep at night.
             E.                                     F.         
And for blowing down, your little heart.

Cm.     C#.     G#.     Fm

C.                      C#.              G#.                      Fm
Staring at your face, wondering... What went wrong.
C.                 C#.                   G#.         Fm
I cannot pretend, to be playing... Anymore.
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C.              E.                                   F
                  This girl's prepared for war
                  C.                                        E
And as for love, who knows what it's good for?
                  F.                          C
Except for crying yourself to sleep at night.
             E.                                     F.         
And for blowing down, your little heart.

Am.       F              
La la la la
F                C#.   C
La la la la la la la
Am.       F              
La la la la
F                C#.   C
La la la la la la la

C.              E.                                   F
                  This girl's prepared for war
                  C.                                        E
And as for love, who knows what it's good for?
                  F.                          C
Except for crying yourself to sleep at night.
             E.                                     F.         
And for blowing down, your little heart.

C.     E.     F.     C