This Aint A Scene It's An Arms Race Tabulatur von Fall Out Boy (für Baryton)

Am                   Am
I am an arms dealer, 
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Fitting you with weapons in the form of words. 
  Am                Am
And don't really care which side wins, 
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As long as the room keeps singing. 
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That's just the business I'm in. 

Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
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This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
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I'm not a shoulder to cry on, 
But, I digress. 

Am
I'm a leading man,  
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
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Oh-so intricate.
Am       
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
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Oh-so intricate, yeah.

Am

Am                           Am
I wrote the gospel on giving up. 
(You look pretty sinking,)
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But the real bombshells have already sunk. 
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
    Am                                Am 
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. 
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Crashing not like hips or cars, 
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No, more like p-p-p-parties. 

Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
E
Bandwagon's full, 
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Please, catch another. 

Am
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.

F Am E Am F C E E

Am
                                Am
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
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And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough; 
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Sing, until your lungs give out. 

Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
(Now you.) 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
(Wear out the groove.) 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
(Sing out loud.) 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 
(Oh, oh.) 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race. 

Am
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am           
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.

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