Intro:
E Bm7 Dsus2 A - x2 -
E Bm7 Dsus2 A - x3 -
E Bm7 Asus4 A - x3 -
E Bm7
E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony thats life
Asus4 A E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
Try to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
Asus4, A E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Asus4, A E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah
Interlude: Asus4 A
E Bm7 Asus4 A
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
E Bm7 Asus4 A
But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould.
E Bm7 Asus4 A
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
E Bm7 Asus4 A -E Bm7 Asus4 A - x2 --
I can't change my mould no, no, no, no, no, no, no
E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7 Asus4 A
Well I’ve never prayed, but tonight I'm on my knees yeah
E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7 Asus4 A
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me yeah
E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7 Asus4 A
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
but the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
Interlude: Asus4, A
E Bm7 Asus4 A
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
E Bm7 Asus4 A
But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould.
E Bm7 Asus4 A
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
E Bm7 Asus4 A {E, Bm7, Asus4, A - x2 -}
I can't change my mould no, no, no, no, no, no, no
E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony thats life
Asus4 A E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
Try to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
Asus4, A E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Asus4, A E Bm7 Asus4 A E Bm7
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah
Interlude: Asus4, A
E Bm7 Asus4 A
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
E Bm7 Asus4 A
But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould.
E Bm7 Asus4 A
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
E Bm7 Asus4 A -E Bm7 Aus4 A - x4 --
I can't change my mould no, no, no, no, no, no, no
playing tyler, the creator on ukulele feels like the whitest type of blasphemy
d-(hit)-d-d-(hit)
+2 sounds great