Friendleader taby ukulele według Phemiec

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There will be no soft sounds this time
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no arms, not mine at least
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should’ve expect this, I guess,
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no “shh” can sooth your beast
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and it was my problem once,
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that violence inside your eyes
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bright red and high with death and pie,
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and rage that never dies

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and I used to blame myself, then I blamed everybody else, but never you
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cause you were just a messed up kid,
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who’d step in it, get scared and sit,
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and pray for goats and gods who would know what to forbid
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and when you would reach out, well I’d run my big mean mouth and make it worse
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And maybe I deserve that hurt,
               Gm                  F
destruction of my universe,
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so if you’ve gotta beat somebody up don’t make it her.
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I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader anymore.
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I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader.
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Not a leader.
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Not a leader, friend.

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No more attempts to make you see, I tried, he succeeded, oh well
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but what I can say to a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses until
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her big wicked grin disappears in the smoke, and crack goes the rope pulled true
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I know enough about doubt, and hating myself, to tell that you now know it too

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and I used to blame myself, then I blamed everybody else, including you
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but you were perfect as you were
Gm                  F
all angled out, a blinding blur
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so bright and beautiful, and clever, yeah for sure
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But when you would reach out, well I’d run my big mean mouth and make a mess
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And now it’s my turn to confess
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I wasn’t there, I didn’t guess
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that you were slipping, ‘till you tripped right off the edge

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so if you’ve gotta beat somebody up don’t make it her.

    Bb            Dm                            Bb            Dm
I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader anymore.
    Bb            Dm                            Bb            Dm
I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader.
       Bb            Dm
Not a leader.
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Not a leader…. (no more, I’m not a leader any more, no more!)

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    Said a thousands words but they never helped
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     I hid my scars from you out of sh Dme
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     Took up the cause, Yeah I took the helm
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     But I’m not the only one who’s changed
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     I knew you first, I knew you best
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     I wish I’d stopped it way back then
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     when things were bad,       but they still made sense
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     when we were kids, when we were friends.

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              Friendleaders                               Friendleaders…

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(another one by @maids-space on tumblr! ^^)