Hundreds Of Ways Cifras

Tabbed by: Tommy Bryant
E-mail: LynchburgGuitarLessons (at) gmail
 
Tuning: Standard
Capo: 2nd Fret
 
[Intro]
G Cmaj7 G
G Cmaj7 G
 
[Verse]
   G   Cmaj7  G
What a thing to be the witness to the sunshine
   GCmaj7  G
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
   Em   Bm  C   G
What a time to live among the ashen remnants of our love
  GDG
That came before and I'm still looking for that now
GCmaj7   G
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
GCmaj7 G
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
Em   Bm
And all the tour guide could say was
   C   G
'Take your pictures folks it's late
 GD   G
And try your best please to remember what was done'
CG
Don't look so forlorn, don't you look so scared
CG
Don't get so upset, this world was never fair
  D   C
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
  D CG Cmaj7 G
There are hundreds of ways, now you just find one
  G  Cmaj7   G
I used to think that time was of the essence
G   Cmaj7G
Now I just wish I could get some sleep
EmBm  CG
All the strange parade of sounds the city makes when I lie down
 G D  G
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
G  Cmaj7  G
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
  GCmaj7   G
And I guess that I can see it from the side
  EmBm  CG
Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be
  GD G
I hope I am forgotten when I die
CG
Don't contradict me, don't make me cross the line
C  G
If you feel threatened, it's only 'cause I might
  D   C
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
  D   C
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
  D   C G
Yes there are hundreds of ways so you best find one
D  C
All my heroes, they're all talk
DC
Running in circles, some stopwatch some chaos
D C
Love was the message, for a start
   Em Bm C
We ramble on and on
   Em Bm CG
We ramble on and on (HEY!)
G   Cmaj7  G
I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina
GCmaj7   G
And sold them out in Bakersfield for cash
Em  Bm C   G
Now the bandshell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan
G  DG
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
G   Cmaj7G
Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence
  G Cmaj7   G
A sociopath riding on a bus
Em Bm C  G
And his irises are black from his novelty contacts
 G   D   G
He looks around but he can’t see the rest of us
CG
In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light
C  G
It's getting dark broke, but I've always loved the night
  D   C
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
  D   C
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
  D   C
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
  D   C
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
  D C
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways
   D   C   G
To get through the day   just find one
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