Fearless
Pink Floyd

This is my first tab. Please don't harshly misjudge any mistakes, and if you find 
any, please let me know. Thank you.

Tuning: G G D G B B

      G (320003@1)  A (x02220@1) A# (x1333x@1) C (x32010@1)   D|----0----2----3----5----7----| (xx0232@1)|----0----2----3----5----7----|
|----0----2----3----5----7----|
|----0----2----3----5----7----|
|----0----2----3----5----7----|
|----0----2----3----5----7----|

FILL:
G|----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0-------|
G|----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0-------|
D|----0----0----4----x----x----5----x----x----7----x----x----9----x----x----11---x----12s0----|
G|----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0-------|
B|----0----0----4----x----x----5----x----x----7----x----x----9----x----x----11---x----12s0----|
B|----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0----0-------|


FILL, C A# A#

G (320003@1)                                   		CA# A#You (x1333x@1)say the hill's too steep to climb

G (320003@1)                                   		CA# A#Climb (x1333x@1)it

G (320003@1)                                   		CA# A#You (x1333x@1)say you'd like to see me try

G (320003@1)                                   		CA# A#Climbing (x1333x@1)
A (x02220@1)                                     DYou (xx0232@1)pick the place and I'll choose the time

         G (320003@1)                   CAnd (x32010@1)I'll climb that hill in my own way

G (320003@1)                       CJust (x32010@1)wait awhile for the right day


G (320003@1)                        CAnd (x32010@1)as I rise above the tree line and the clouds

          D (xx0232@1)                C (x32010@1)                               GI'll (320003@1)look down hear the sounds of the things you said today

FILL, C A# A#

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling.

Merciless the magistrate turns round

Frowning.

And who's the fool who wears the crown?

No doubt,

In your own way

And every day is the right day

And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow

You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd.