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The Wonder Years Stained Glass Ceilings

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tom: Gb (forma dos acordes no tom de G ) Afinação: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb [Primeira Parte] E Like a burning monk Dbm You're my light flare out in the dark Abm You're my constant call to arms Took the blindfold off A E They'd left chalk outlines where the future was Dbm It's a goddamn war of attrition Abm It's a death by a thousand cuts A And if these motherfuckers made it to heaven They burned the bridge when they got across [Refrão 1] E They're gathering anchors B They're gathering rope A You push into heaven all alone E They're grabbing your ankles B They won't let you go A The ebb and the distant flow B They're cutting your wings off A Built you ceilings out of stained glass [Segunda Parte] E Dbm Well you cut like gravel in my skinned knee Abm The wound will close eventually A E You'll stay as a reminder of how fucked this world can be Dbm Held your funeral on a Tuesday Abm Holy waters, November cold A The kid who pulled the trigger Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope [Refrão 2] E B All these bastards are gathering rope A You push into heaven all alone E They're grabbing your ankles B They won't let you go A The ebb and the distant flow B They're cutting your wings off A Built your ceilings out of stained glass B They were cutting your wings off A I was staring at my idle hands Dbm Maybe I could've done something A Maybe I could've made a difference ( B A B A ) ( B A B A ) [Ponte 1] Dbm A John Wayne with a God complex Tells me to buy a gun E Like shooting a teenage kid is gonna solve any problems Like it's an arms race Dbm Like death don't mean nothing A To know the heavy price of living poor E Walled in by red lines, backed into a corner Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America [Ponte 2] Dbm A If everyone's built the same then how come building's so fucking hard for you? E It's something we're all born into Dbm Nothing's left up to gray A It's black or white and sometimes black and blue E B It's something we're all born into, whoa-oh Dbm Now I know what's in a name Not just my father A Three-fifths a man makes half of me Why should I bother? E B Merchants of misery stacking the deck Fuck your John Waynes Fuck your God complex Dbm I have everything in front of me A But can't reach far enough To touch those fever dreams E They call America I am the ghetto's chosen one B The privileged bastard son [Final] Dbm They're gathering anchors B They're gathering rope A You push into heaven all alone E They're gathering anchors B They're gathering rope A You push into heaven all alone No, all alone [Final] Dbm

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