My Mistakes Were Made For You taby ukulele według The Last Shadow Puppets

# Intro:

Gm


Gm                      Cm                F                       Gm   
About as subtle as an earthquake I know my mistakes were made for you

Gm                         Cm                      F                    Gm
And in the back room of a bad dream she came and whisked me away, enthused

Gm                                                
And it's as solid as rock rolling down a hill 

    Cm                                F
The fact is that it probably will hit something

                      Gm
On the hazardous terrain



Gm                                                                  
And we're just following the flock, round 

                 Cm
And in between before it smashed to smithereens 

       F                                    Dm   
Like they were and we scrambled from the blame

Dm            Cm                                                        
And its the fame that put words in her mouth 

Dm
She couldn't help but spit 'em out

Cm                         Dm
Innocence and arrogance entwined...

                      Gm 
In the filthiest of minds



Gm                        Cm              F                    Gm
She was bitten on her birthday and now a face the crowd, shes not

Gm                     Cm                     F                   Dm   
And I suspect that now forever the shape she came to escape is forgot


Dm      Cm                            
And its alot to ask and not to sting

 Dm                         
Give her less than everything

  Cm                            Dm
Around your crooked conscience she will wind


# Bridge:
# Gm  Am  Dm  G  E


Am                                                      
Cause we're just following the flock, round 

                Dm
And in between before we smash to smithereens

  G                                       E
Like they were and we scramble from the grain.

E            Dm                               
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth 

     E
She couldn't help but spit 'em out

 Dm                                     E
Around your crooked conscience she will wind

          Dm                             
And it's a lot to ask and not to sting 

 E
Give her less than everything 

 Dm                         E          Am
Innocence and arrogance entwined