War Paint Lyrics

A few notes:
1. It can be played in Bb or with a capo on 3 in G Major. If you're playing with a capo
and don't know any transposition follow the chart.
Bb, play G major
F, play D major
Gm, play E minor
Eb, play C major
Eb/D, play C/B
2. I prefer to play a Fsus4 instead of an F, but it's personal taste.
[Pretty Much Repeat F Eb to Gm the whole verse, except for the last time play F to Eb.
Look below for timing]
I was starting to shake
From the days I've been up
There's a lot on my plate
And the ones I loved stopped answering
They left me to find my self
In my own hate
I work all alone with a cynical taste
And the day I get out
Is the day I'll be made
I was cut out of stone
And carved with a blade
Head down with all of my hardships
There's nothing too strong
That I cant face
Don't stop 'till you finally have it
It should be more like a habit
horus
Repeat to the whole horus, see below for timing
Come down,
All the fighting's over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner
When I turn around
You will tell me how you're up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, "not a thing will compare
To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around
And I can't breathe"
This verse is kind of wierd, it requires a little bit of memorization
There wasn't a trace
Of the war letting up
And the days went on late
I struggled
And I fell to solid ground
It led me to my escape
Now here I am outside of your gate
I was hoping you could
horus
Bb F Gm Eb again
Come down,
All the fighting's over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner
When I turn around
You will tell me how you're up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, "not a thing will compare
To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around
And I can't breathe"
ridge
Listen to the song to get this part
Well, I came to say sorry
I shouldn't have left
But my bitterness got to me
Before you did
And now I'm laying in gardens
Where we start over again
I know that you got me
And this is it
horus
Repeat Bb F Gm Eb. End on Bb.
Come down,
All the fighting's over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner
When I turn around
You will tell me how you're up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, "not a thing will compare
To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around
And I can't breathe"