Wil Wagner - How They Made Us, аккорды

Tuning: Open 
C
 (CGCGCe), Capo 9

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Intro: 
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C
  
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Verse 1:
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It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway
                                 
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That wouldn't hit me just to get home.
                                                        
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I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split
somewhere back on Punt Road.
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D
And the big neon signs they all intertwine
                                              
C
With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes.
                                             
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In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport,
          
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B
I use my legs to get to you on time.

Chorus:
    
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C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
               
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And I know the language is made out of
         
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C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
          
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But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
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Unable to explain how they made us.
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D
               
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Unable to explain how they

Verse 2:
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And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations,                                
                                    
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My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours.
                                            
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Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am,
                                     
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Just so part of me is nothing like them and
                                         
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The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat 
of violence and sadness 
              
C
and god awful sweat heat.
                                                 
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They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations,
So angry they forgot what they were angry about.
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B
This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out.
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B
                    
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But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight 
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C
through the clouds 
     
B
like this?
        
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And the cold bites my skin.
    
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And you bit my upper lip.

Chorus 2
    
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B
                          
C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
               
E
           
D
            
A
And I know the language is made out of
         
B
                       
C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
          
A
    
B
    
C
                              
A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
  
E
         
D
                
A
Unable to explain how they made us.
  
E
         
D
             
C
Unable to explain how they