[Fall out boy] This ain't a scene it's an arms race

[petite-guitare]

Si quelqu'un aurait les partitions de [Fall Out Boys ] This ain't the scene pourriez vous me les passer svp ???

 

mercii d'avance

 

 

[SuN]

Am                   Am
I am an arms dealer, 
                 E                      E
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words. 
 Am                Am
And don't really care which side wins, 
   E
As long as the room keeps singing. 
                E
That's just the business I'm in. 

Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                            E
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, 
But, I digress. 

Am
I'm a leading man,  
        F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
           E
Oh-so intricate.
Am       
I'm a leading man, 
        F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
           E
Oh-so intricate, yeah.

Am

Am                           Am
I wrote the gospel on giving up. 
(You look pretty sinking,)
        E                             E
But the real bombshells have already sunk. 
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
   Am                                Am 
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. 
         E             
Crashing not like hips or cars, 
       E
No, more like p-p-p-parties. 

Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E
Bandwagon's full, 
      E
Please, catch another. 

Am
I'm a leading man, 
        F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
           E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man, 
        F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
           E
Oh-so intricate.

F Am E Am F C E E

Am
                               Am
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
                    E
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough; 
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Sing, until your lungs give out. 

Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
(Now you.) 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
(Wear out the groove.) 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
(Sing out loud.) 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
(Oh, oh.) 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 

Am
I'm a leading man, 
        F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
           E
Oh-so intricate.
Am           
I'm a leading man, 
        F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
           E
Oh-so intricate.

E Am

[jessica]

y'a moyen d'avoir les doigtes des differents accord je voudrais pas me trompait ??