Gasoline Tabulatur von The Airborne Toxic Event

# Intro: Bb (for a while, be patient) 
Eb F Gm Bb  
Eb F Bb     

               Bb
All the time, awake, you're still on my mind.
                   Gm                 F   
But we were on our own almost all the time.
                Bb   
And she'll step away for a second or two.
               Gm                    F   
And I close my eyes.  And I think of you.

        Eb        F             Gm             Bb   
We were only seventeen, we were holding in our screams
          Eb               F             Gm           Bb    
Like we'd torn it from the pages of some lipstick magazine
         Eb                  F   
And you scratch and turn and say,
           Gm            F      Eb              Bb  
Let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream like gasoline

# Bb again for a while

             Bb   
Those tender days at your mother's house
         Gm                                    F(D)
And your father would find my hand inside your blouse
                 Bb
But they tell me that you're married now
      Gm                               F   
Oh my dear, I fear, I can't understand how

        Eb        F             Gm               Bb   
We were only seventeen, we were holding back our screams
          Eb                      F             Gm        Bb   
Like we'd torn our lives from the pages of some girly magazines
         Eb                  F   
And you scratch and turn and say,
                 Gm          F      Eb             Bb   
Let's burn these sheets down to the seams like gasoline

# Solo thing:
Bb Dm Gm F x2

      Eb          F             Gm         Bb   
I was only twenty one, I wasn't having any fun
        Eb                  F                    Gm             Bb   
And the words you said tore through my head like bullets from a gun
      Eb              F   
And I should've just shown up and said,
    Gm      F          Eb   
Get in this car, let's run

          Eb                 F        Gm             Bb   
And these years have seen so many imitations turning green
              Eb                  F         Gm           Bb   
Each like the last, they go right past like credits on a screen
         Eb            F   
But your memory blazes through me
Gm      F    Eb            Bb   
Burning everything like gasoline