Carpal Tunnel Of Love taby ukulele według Fall Out Boy

INTRO
(Dm Dm Dm Gm )x3

       Dm               Gm
We take sour sips from life's lush lips

       Dm                                Gm
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships

  Dm               Gm
Stomp out this disaster town

         F                 A7
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know"
           
             Dm                    Gm                  A7   A
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."

        Dm                  F                    Gm
And we might have started singing just a little soon

      Dm              F            A7
We're throwing stones at a glass moon

Dm    F                             Bb
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning

Dm    F                                 Bb        A7
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh

   Dm                         Gm
We keep the beat with your blistered feet

    Dm                           Gm
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing

Dm                         Gm
Slept through the weekend and dreaming

     F                         A7
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity

      Dm                    Gm                  A7   A
Got postcards from my former selves saying, "How you been?"

    Dm                F                    Gm
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)

      Dm              F            A7
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon

Dm    F                             Bb
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning

Dm    F                                 Bb    A7     
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning 

Dm    F                             Bb
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning

Dm    F                                 Bb        A7
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh

SAME CHORDS AS VERSES
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

Dm    F                             Bb
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning

Dm    F                                 Bb        
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning,

Dm    F                             Bb
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning

Dm    F                                  Bb      Bbm    F
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
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