The Prettiots - Suicide Hotline Cifras para ukulele

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                             Suicide Hotline - The Prettiots
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I first heard The Prettiots on the Tiny Desk Concert they did about a week ago and I thought this song was
pretty fun, so here goes for whoever might agree with me. I might mess up the lyrics a little bit.
 
During the first and third verse she picks the chords like this. Other than that it's just strumming.
 
    D              G       A
A|-----0-------0-------2-------0-------------------------------------------|
E|---2---2---2---2---3---3---0---0-----------------------------------------|
C|-2-------2-------2-------1-----------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
 
D         G               A                D    G A D
    On a scale of one to Plath I'm like a four
                     G          A                 D     G A D
my head's not in the oven but I can't get off the floor
              G            A           D    G A D
it's not that bad, I won't take it too far
             G          A                D           G A
I see a good shrink and hate dream boys, no bell jar
 
G                         D
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
G                             A*
I probably won't kill myself today
 
D G A D
 
             G              A           D       G A D
Woolf took a dip with some rocks in her pockets
               G                  A            D        G A D
I'd say comparatively, I've got a bad case of fuck it's
              G            A           D    G A D
It's not that bad and I'm told I'll be fine
                          G           A           D      G A
But it feels like shit right now, so just let me whine
 
G                         D
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
G                              A*
I probably won't kill myself today
 
D G A D x2
 
                  G             A              D    G A D
The sun rose for Hemingway when he was twenty-seven
                      G           A                D     G A D
I've got a couple of years but I doubt it's gonna happen
                    G         A          D    G A D
I'm pretty fucking jaded for someone my age
                  G              A            D      G A D
and I don't have any plans with Ernie's twelve-gauge
 
G*                         D
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
G*                             D
I probably won't kill myself today
G*                               D
I'm not okay but I guess I'll be fine
G*                           A*              G A D
Please don't call suicide hotline... hotline
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