C - C on A string Gsus4 - G on low EStandard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
Gsus Gsus GOh my Am7God, look around this pFlace, Fingers reCach around the bone, You set the Gsus4break, you set the toGne, Flights of gAm7race, and future faFlls, In present pCain, all foolGsus4s sayG, Oh my GFod C G F C G Oh my God, why are we so afraid? We make it worse when we don't bleed, There is no cure for our disease, Turn a phrase, and rise again, Or fake your death, and only tell, your closest friends, Oh my God Oh my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief And graft my soul upon your grief Weddings, boats, and alibis, All drift away And a mother cries (Here it is silent until noted. When the chords are played, they are just strummed out, there is no introduction note) Liars and fools, sons and failures, Theives will always say Lost and found,F aiGling wanderers, HeCalers always sFay WhAm7ores and angels, mGen with problems, LeCavers always sFay Broken hearted, seperated, Orphans always say War-creators, racial-haters, Preachers always say Distant fathers, fallen warriors, Givers always say Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, Users always say Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say SAm7ometimes I cannot forgive And tGhese days mercy cuts so deep ICf the world was how it should be MFaybe I could get some sleep WAm7hile I lay I dream we're better ScGales were gone and faces lighter WChen we wake we hate our brother FWe still move to hurt each other Sometimes I can close my eyes And all the fear that keeps me silent Falls below my heavy breathing What makes me so badly bent We all have a chance to murder We all feel the need for wonder We still want to be reminded That the pain is worth the thunder Sometimes when I lose my grip I wonder what to make of Heaven All the times I thought to reach up All the times I had to give up Babies underneath their beds Hospitals that cannot treat All the wounds that money causes All the comforts of cathedrals All the cries of thirsty children This is our inheritence All the rage of watching mothers This is our greatest offence Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God Listen to the song to hear how the strumming is at the end, but really just play around it until it feels right. At the end, let the last chord ring out, and it gives a great on the meaning of the song. Enjoy! Eric Bersin
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