Bricks-by American War
I tabbed this from watching the pink couch sessions vid.
some of the timing might be off, but you get the point.
enjoy :)
capo 5th
C F C G C F Am G Fmaj.
C F
White were the walls that encased my body
C G
White were the hands that locked me inside
C F
White was the color of every other stripe
Am G Fmaj.
Of the flag that watched over our dreams
C G Am F
If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring
C G Am
Behind us as we fly on by
C G Am F
Screaming, "Get back here you dirty sons of bitches
C G Am F
Can't you read that fucking sign?"
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C F
White were the sheets upon which I slumbered
C G
White were the lights that awoke me
C F
White was the noise that echoed down the hallway
Am G Fmaj.
And silently rattled through my brain
C G Am F
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
C G Am
Glass ceiling overhead
C G Am F
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
C G Am
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
C F C G C F Am G Fmaj.
(strum all chords once in final verse)
C G Am F
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that
C G Am
Glass ceiling overhead
C G Am F
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet
C G Am
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky
C G Am
Smile wide-eyed towards the sky
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