AJR - World's Smallest Violin, аккорды

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F
F#dim
My grandpa fought in World War II, he was such a noble dude
Gm
Bb
C
I can't even finish school, missed my mom and left too soon
F
F#dim
His dad was a fireman who fought fires so violent
Gm
Bb
C
I think I bored my therapist while playing him my violin
Bb
Oh my god that's so insane
F
Oh my god that's such a shame
Gm
F
Next to them my shit don't feel so grand
A
Dm
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
G
C
I kinda feel like two things can be sad (One, two, three, four)
F
F#dim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Gm
A
So if I do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right)
Bb
G
F
D
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Gm
Bb
F
Just let me play my violin for you (You, you, you)
Bb
F
Gm
F
A
Dm
G
C
F
F#dim
My grandpa fought in World War II when he was such a noble dude
Gm
Bb
C
Man I feel like such a fool, I got so much left to prove
F
F#dim
All my friends have vaping friends, they're so good at making friends
Gm
Bb
C
I'm so scared of caving in, is that entertaining yet?
Bb
Oh my god that's so insane
F
Oh my god that's such shame
Gm
F
Next to them my shit don't feel so grand
A
Dm
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
G
C
I kinda feel like two things can be sad (One, two, three, four)
F
F#dim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Gm
A
So if I do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right)
Bb
G
F
D
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Gm
Bb
F
Just let me play my violin for you (You, you, you)
Bb
F
Gm
F
A
Dm
G
C
F
F#dim
Somewhere in the universe, somewhere someone's got it worse
Gm
Bb
Wish that made it easier, wish I didn't feel the hurt
F
F#dim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Bb
A
So if I do not find somebody soon
Bb
G
F
D
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Bb
G
F
D
All up and down a city street while tryna put my mind at ease
Bb
G
F
D
Like finishing this melody, this feels like a necessity
Bb
G
F
D
So this could be the death of me or maybe just a better me
Bb
G
F
D
Now come in with the timpanis and take a shot of Hennessy
Bb
G
F
D
I know I'm not there mentally but you could be the remedy
Gm
C
F
So let my play my violin for you