War On A Feeling Teclado

	  


B                                                      E 
Refused to find the stars aligned in skies ripe for misleading; 
                B           F# 
Reserve them my contempt. 
    B                                                 E 
And worlds behind their obscured lights, confidence depleted 
   C#m                 E         B 
In hopes that you wont find us retreating. 


B                                                      E 
The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer, 
    C#m                 B           F# 
Forewarned though I had been. 
  B                                                 E 
A familys ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement. 
   C#m        E              F#                  E 
It reminded me of the times, when I sit down and cry, 
                                   B 
And hope you find someone who wont hurt you 
   G#m            E 
As much as I know I do. 


B                                                         E 
Twenty-five years down the line, means a hundred changing seasons: 
       C#m                  E 
Do you fear what might well pass? 

F#m                                         E 
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies. 
                                   B 
Im missing what the days have been stealing, 
        G#m       C#m 
Staring up at the ceiling, 
F#m    G#m      E             B 
Waging war on a feeling. 


B                                       E 
Half-asleep machinery, the citys always driving; 
                B        F# 
Shouldnt you be too? 
B                                                 E 
Motown, dont it hurt to know your best days are behind you? 
         C#m                E 
But that midnight oil still burns. 


F#m                                         E 
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies. 
                                   B 
Im missing what the days have been stealing, 
        G#m       C#m 
Staring up at the ceiling, 
F#m    G#m      E             B 
Waging war on a feeling. 


F                G                   Dm 
Share an evening treat on a roadside near 
                         E 
I go to watch things disappear. 
            Dm             F                    Am 
And we find time to wonder why things wont feel right. 
           E    F#m 
(Without escape    the hostage waits) 


B                                                               E 
With drawn out wars on several fronts, you might find one worth winning. 
       C#m                  E 
Do you fear what might well pass? 

F#m                                         E 
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies. 
                                   B 
Im missing what the days have been stealing, 
        G#m       C#m 
Staring up at the ceiling. 
F#m    G#m      E 
Waging war on a feeling. 
F#m    G#m      E 
Waging war on a feeling. 
F#m    G#m      E 
Waging war on a feeling. 

B 





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