(intro) C Am F G C

C
something - filled up
Am
my heart - with nothin'
F              G          C
someone - told me not to cry.

C
but now that - i'm older
Am
my heart's - colder -
F                 G          C
and i can - see that it's a lie.

(repete)

children - wake up
hold your - mistake up
before they - turn the summer into dust.

if the children - don't grow up
our bodies get bigger. but our hearts get torn up
we're just a million little gods causing rain storms turning every good thing to rust.
i guess we'll just have to adjust.

Bb                               G *
with my lighning bolts a-glowin'
Bb                           G            F
i can see where i am going to be when
      F
the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

C
better look out below!

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