Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots, acordes de guitarra


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Publicado: 2022-10-09 18:36
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Intro: F# D#m A#m A#m

F#                          D#m
I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
A#m
I wish I had a better voice and sang some better words.
F#                          D#m
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
A#m
I wish I didnʼt have to rhyme every time I sang.
F#                     D#m
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
    A#m
But now I’m insecure, and I care what people think.

              F#                D#m              A#m
   My name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.
              F#                D#m              A#m
   My name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.

Chorus:
   F#               C#           A#m      F          A#m
     Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
              G#          C#                F
     When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.
     A#m                G#               C#          F          A#m
     Oh, wish we could turn back time, oh, to the good old days,
              G#          C#                F
     When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out,

     F# D#m A#m

       A#m
     We’re stressed out.

     F# D#m A#m

A#m                             G#
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young.
D#m                          C#
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from?
A#m                          G#
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it.
       D#m                                 C#
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one.
A#m                               G#
It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose.
     D#m                            C#
Same clothes, homegrown, a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam.
F#                              D#m
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
       A#m
Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the ladder.

                      F#                D#m              A#m
   Uh, my, my name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.
              F#                D#m              A#m
   My name’s ‘Blurryface’, and I care what you think.

Chorus:
   F#               C#           A#m      F          A#m
     Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
              G#          C#                F
     When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.
     A#m                G#               C#          F          A#m
     Oh, wish we could turn back time, oh, to the good old days,
              G#          C#                F
     When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.

   A#m                              G#
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
         C#                                 F
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away.
        A#m                                   G#
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing out their face,
         C#                         F
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!

   A#m                              G#
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
         C#                                 F
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away.
        A#m                                   G#
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing out their face,
         C#                         F
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!

Chorus:
   F#               C#           A#m      F          A#m
     Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
              G#          C#                F
     When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.
     A#m                G#               C#          F          A#m
     Oh, wish we could turn back time, oh, to the good old days,
              G#          C#                F
     When our mamas sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.

   F#                             D#m
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend money,
   A#m
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money.
   F#                             D#m
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend money,
   A#m
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money.

   F#                               D#m
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
         A#m
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away.
        F#                                    D#m
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing out their face,
         A#m
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!

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