Hiding In Your Hands Tab de uke por Ben Platt

*If you have a concert ukulele then put a capo on the first fret so it sounds that same*



C, G, AM, F ×2 

C                 G            Am  
When it's just you and some song
                               
Am      F
 That you don't know how to play
                                    
C                    G
Fake your way through, strum along
                       
Am        F
  Be cool and you're okay 
                                
C                       E7 
So your fingers get tangled in a pile
                    
Am       F
  Your rythm is a mess
                                
C            G
But nobody sees 'cause you smile
                               
Am        F      n.c.
  And the world will never guess

C       G        Am    
Can't let them know
 
        F               
'Cause no one understands 
 
C     G        Am   
Your face can show 

              F      n.c.             
What you're hiding in your hands

C, G, AM, F

C               G           Am    
Daughter and son, man and wife
 
         F                    
Fill the photos on these walls

   C            G               
Look at the fun, perfect life

Am        F                   
  Of plastic dress-up dolls

C                   E7             
Happy house on a quaint suburban street

Am      F                
 The sun hangs in the sky

C                 G              
  Everything framed nice and neat

Am       F              
 In a lovely little lie


C       G        Am    
Can't let them know

         F                
'Cause no one understands 

C       G       Am    
Your face can show 

               F    n.c.             
What you're hiding in your hands


C          
La-da-da-da

G       
La-da-da

Am        F                              
 La-da-da-da-da-da-da

C                      
La-da-da-da

G         Am G     
La-da-da


Am    G  C      G  C    Am                                             
Look at her, a to-tal trainwreck 

C   Am   G        Am          
Let her off this ride

Am   G   C      G    C   Am       
Lift her out of all this pain

     C    Am   G        Am            
She tells her-self she needs to 
C
hide


C                  G              
When it's just you, and that song

Am         F           
It's impossible to play

C                    G              
Fake your way through, strum along

Am           F        
 And everything's okay


C      G        Am   
Can't let them know

         F                 
'Cause no one understands 

C      G       AM    
Your face can show
              F    n.c.            
What you're hiding in your hands


C, G, AM, F

C           
La-da-da-da
G        
La-da-da

AM, F