Whatever Will Be Teclado

	  Am   Am/G Fm7(b5) F7M G                                      
  
Am   Am/G    Fm7(b5)  F7M    
Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird with broken wings 
At times I dread my now and envy where I've been 
But that's when quiet wisdom takes control 
At least I've got a story no one's told 
  
G                    Am                                             
I finally learned to say 
    Am/G              F                                             
Whatever will be will be 
G              Am                                                   
I've learned to take 
   Am/G               F      G                                      
The good, the bad and breathe 
       Am       Am/G                                                
'Cause although we like 
   F                    D                                            
To know what life's got planned 
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No one knows if shooting stars will land 
  
Am    Am/G    Fm7(b5)  F7M G                          
These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope 
To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow 
'Cause that's when fears will usually lead you blind 
But now I try to under-analyse 
  
G                    Am                                             
I finally learned to say 
    Am/G              F                                             
Whatever will be will be 
G              Am                                                   
I've learned to take 
   Am/G               F      G                                      
The good, the bad and breathe 
       Am       Am/G                                                
'Cause although we like 
   F                    D                                            
To know what life's got planned 
      Am        Am/G    F               G     
No one knows if shooting stars will land 
  
       G#     Bb           C                                          
Is the rope I walk wearing thin? 
Is the life I love caving in? 
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Is the weight on your mind 
 G#          Bb           C                                           
A heavy black bird caged inside? 
  
Am   Am/G   Fm7(b5)   F7M G                                       
Say Whatever will be will be 
Am   Am/G                   F                                        
Take The good, the bad Just breathe 
  
 C              G                                                   
'Cause although we like 
  F                     D                                            
To know what life's got planned 
C         G             F                                              
No one knows if shooting stars will land 
G                    Bm                                             
I finally learned to say 
    Bm/A              G                                             
Whatever will be will be 
A              Bm                                                   
I've learned to take 
   Bm/A               G      A                                      
The good, the bad and breathe 
       Bm       Bm/A                                                
'Cause although we like 
   G                    E                                            
To know what life's got planned 
Bm          Bm/A            G     A       
Thing like that are never in your hands 
No one knows if shooting stars will land 
  
I finally learned to say 
    Am/G              F                                             
Whatever will be will be 
G              Am                                                   
I've learned to take 
   Am/G               F      G                                      
The good, the bad and breathe 
       Am       Am/G                                                
'Cause although we like 
   F                    D                                            
To know what life's got planned 
      Am        Am/G    F               G       
No one knows if shooting stars will land 
  
       G#     Bb           C                                          
Is the rope I walk wearing thin? 
Is the life I love caving in? 
       G#             Bb                                            
Is the weight on your mind 
 G#          Bb         C                                          
A heavy black bird  
  
Whatever will be will be 
I learned to take 
The good, the bad and breathe 
'Cause although we like 
To know what life's got planned 
Thing like that are never in your hands 
No one knows if shooting stars will land