Footwork Transit
Intro: G# Eb Fm C# G# Eb Fm Eb Eb
then
Fm C# G# C# x2
Verse 1:
[Fm] Keep [Eb]focused on
your foot[Bbm]work
your [G#]feet won't
leave the [Fm]ground
but your [Eb]head
will hit the
[Bbm]concrete to [G#]make
a sick sad [Fm]song
Even [Eb]sadder then
[Bbm]writing this all
[G#]down to a [Fm]ghost
that doesn't [Eb]care
enough to [Bbm]haunt you
to want you It just
[G#]keeps you around
Chorus 1:
[Fm] I always thought
it was [C#]me I always
thought I would [G#]be
the one to [C#]come
and fix your [Fm]life
I really thought
you would [C#]see
but all I turned
out to [G#]be was
just a [C#]fragment
of a lie
Verse 2:
[Fm] [Eb] [Bbm] Are you
just [G#]keeping me
a[Fm]round[Eb] as a re[Bbm]minder?[G#]
of before the [Fm]world took
it's [Eb]toll and left you
[Bbm]full of cracks and [G#]holes
your body is [Fm]shaking
in the [Eb]cold have you
[Bbm]always [G#]been this cold?
Chorus 2:
[Fm] I always thought
it was [C#]me I always
thought I would [G#]be
the one to [C#]come
and fix your [Fm]life
I really thought
you would [C#]see
but all I turned
out to [G#]be was
just a [C#]fragment
of a lie
[Fm] I always thought
it was [C#]me I always
thought I would [G#]be
the one to [C#]come
and fix your [Fm]life
I really thought
you would [C#]see
but all I turned
out to [G#]be was
just a [C#]fragment
of a lie
Interlude: Fm C# Bbm C# Fm G# Eb
Bridge:
[Fm] My [C#]bleeding
[Bbm]heart has [C#]filled
my [Fm]chest and
[G#]overf[C#]lowed
in[Bbm]to my head
Outro:
[Fm]You can paint a [Eb]wall
but you can't [Bbm]cover
up the [G#]cracks and
things will [Fm]never
change until you
change the [Eb]way
you look at it
[Fm]You can paint a [Eb]wall
but you can't [Bbm]cover
up the [G#]cracks and
things will [Fm]never
change until you
change the [Eb]way
Fm C#(hold)
you look at it
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