Forty Days Chords

Forty Days
Streetlight Manifesto
 
Intro
 
Am G x3
 
C E
 
Am G x3
 
C E
 
Am G x3
 
C E
 
Trombone Solo
 
F E C Am
 
F E Am G
 
F E C Dm
 
F E Am G
 
Am G
 
Am G Am
 
Verse
 
Am                  G
And it's been forty days
 
Am               G
I've tried forty ways
 
Am                                   G
You will never quite leave your sins behind
 
Am                           G
They'll haunt you, taunt you 'til the day you die
 
 
Am                    G
You will never really go
 
Am                              G
You'll just think about it much but you'll need to know 
 
Am                  G
How the story ends, so you'll sit around, 
 
Am                     G
Even though you should just go
 
Am                G
Tell your friends what you have heard, 
 
Am                     G
Show them all the lies unlearned
 
                    Am                                      G
And when you really go, you will really know you were never meant for earth
 
Am
What's it worth?
 
G                          Am                   G
If we're going to break it down with any logic, it's absurd
 
Am      C       G
 
Trombone Solo
 
Am      G       Am        G
 
Am      G       Am
 
Chorus
 
F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
 
F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"
 
F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin
 
F                     E                           Am
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 
 
G          Am
(Well runs dry)
 
G                               Am          G        Am
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
 
Horn Breakdown
 
Am    G     Am
 
G     Am    G
 
C     E
 
Verse
 
Am          G            Am           G
I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in
 
Am                   G                Am          G
I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw
 
Am                  G             Am             G
Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor
 
Am      G         Am     G
We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
 
Am                      G                 Am           G
And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place
 
Am     G
What a waste!
 
Am                    G
So many decent people at the gates
 
Am      C       G
 
Trombone Solo
 
Am      G       Am        G
 
Am      G       Am
 
Chorus
 
F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
 
F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"
 
F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin
 
F                     E                           Am
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 
 
G          Am
(Well runs dry)
 
G                               Am          G        Am
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
 
Guitar Solo
 
Am   G    Am    G
 
Am   G    C     E
 
Am   G    Am    G
 
Am   G    C     E
 
Am   G    Am    G
 
Am   C    G     Am
 
G    Am   G     Am
 
Chorus
 
F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
 
F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"
 
F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin
 
F                     E                           Am
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 
 
G          Am
(Well runs dry)
 
G                               Am          G       Am   G  E
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you di------e 
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