Bricks Acoustic chords

Bricks Acoustic

• C

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                             Bricks (Acoustic) - American War
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Tabbed by: Kris
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Tuning: Standard, Capo on 5


Not sure if that second chord is actually c# but thats what we're gonna call it.

       C         C#(?)      G       Am
e(-----0----------0---------3--------0--)
G(-----1----------1---------3--------1--)
B(-----0----------2---------0--------2--)
A(-----2----------3---------0--------2--)
F(-----3----------0---------2--------0--)
E(-----0----------0---------3--------0--)





Intro
C C# C G
C C# Am G F


C                         C#
White were the walls that encased my body

C                         G
White were the hands that locked me inside

C                     C#
White was the color of every other stripe

       Am        G                F
Of the flag that watched over our dreams

C             G                  Am         C#
If labels are limits, then those sirens are blaring
C         G            Am 
Behind us as we fly on by

           C        G    Am                C#
Screaming 'get back here you dirty sons of bitches

C         G                 Am
Can't you read that fucking sign?'



C                          C#
White were the sheets upon which I slumbered

C                          G
White was the lights that awoke me

C                    C#
White was the noise that echoed down the hallway

Am           G                  F
And silently rattled through my brain

C             G                  Am             C#
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that

C     G       Am 
Glass ceiling overhead

C                G               Am              C#
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet

C         G                    Am
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky



Outro
C C# C G
C C# Am G F

C             G                  Am             C#
If labels are limits, then we're crashing right through that

C     G       Am (x2)
Glass ceiling overhead

C                G               Am              C#
And the janitors keep the brooms and dustpans in the closet

C         G                    Am(x2)
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky

C         G                     Am(x2)
And smile wide-eyed towards the sky

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