War Paint

	  		
Intro: Bb F Gm Eb (2x) 

 
Verse:   



F                  Eb 
I was starting to shake 
                        Gm 
From the days I've been up 

There's a lot on my plate 
        F                      Eb 
And the ones I loved stopped answering 
     Gm 
They left me to find my self 

In my own hate 
F          Eb                   Gm 
I work all alone with a cynical taste 

And the day I get out 
                   F 
Is the day I'll be made 
                 Eb 
I was cut out of stone 
                  Gm 
And carved with a blade 
                         F 
Head down with all of my hardships 
                    Eb 
There's nothing too strong 
            Gm 
That I cant face 
                             F 
Don't stop 'till you finally have it 
                         Eb 
It should be more like a habit 



Bb 
Come down, 
F 
All the fighting's over 
Gm                         Eb 
I let you breathe your own air 
       Bb              F           Gm 
I will set my arms down in a corner 
                   Eb 
When I turn around 
                            Bb       F 
You will tell me how you're up now 
                            Gm 
From your dream of clovers 
                             Eb 
Said, "not a thing will compare 
       Bb               F              Gm 
To the sense you give me, and disorder 
                     Eb 
When you turn around 
                     F 
And I can't breathe" 
 

Verse    

F Eb Gm Gm 
F Eb Gm Gm 
F Eb Gm Gm 

There wasn't a trace 
                   F 
Of the war letting up 
                     Eb 
And the days went on late 
   Gm 
I struggled 
                    F 
And I fell to solid ground 
                Eb 
It led me to my escape 
F                             Eb 
Now here I am outside of your gate 

I was hoping you could 


Bb 
Come down, 
F 
All the fighting's over 
Gm                         Eb 
I let you breathe your own air 
       Bb              F           Gm 
I will set my arms down in a corner 
                   Eb 
When I turn around 
                            Bb       F 
You will tell me how you're up now 
                            Gm 
From your dream of clovers 
                             Eb 
Said, "not a thing will compare 
       Bb               F              Gm 
To the sense you give me, and disorder 
                     Eb 
When you turn around 
                     F 
And I can't breathe" 
 

Bridge:    

Eb Eb/D 
          Well, I came to say sorry 
Eb Eb/D Bb 
           I shouldn't have left 
Eb Eb/D                   Gm 
        But my bitterness got to me 

         Before you did 
Eb Eb/D 
         And now I'm laying in gardens 
Eb Eb/D Bb 
           Where we start over again 
Eb Eb/D                  Gm 
         I know that you got me 

         And this is it 

Eb Eb/D 
Eb Eb/D 



Bb 
Come down, 
F 
All the fighting's over 
Gm                         Eb 
I let you breathe your own air 
       Bb              F           Gm 
I will set my arms down in a corner 
                   Eb 
When I turn around 
                            Bb       F 
You will tell me how you're up now 
                            Gm 
From your dream of clovers 
                             Eb 
Said, "not a thing will compare 
       Bb               F              Gm 
To the sense you give me, and disorder 
                     Eb 
When you turn around 
                     F 
And I can't breathe"