Are You What You Want To Be(Chords)

	        

INTRO 
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nananannannanananannananana nananannaanannaannana 


F#m  C#m  D  D    
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nanananannananannanananna nananannanananannaaa 


verse 1 
F#m       A           Bm                              C#m 
        I woke up on Champs-Élysées to the Djembe of Ghana 
        A fine lady from Belize said 'You got the spirit of Fela' 
        A young one dripping make-up put her hands out to holla 
        I gave her what I got but couldn't handle her broken heart 
        The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire 
        Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars 
        Well I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr 
        But even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward, yeah 


Pre-Chorus 
F#m       A           Bm                              C#m 
     With all these things I wait for revelation 
     These things make me want to duck for cover 
     With all these things I wait for revolution 
      
F#m       A            Bm                          silence. 
          These things ask the biggest question to me 
      
'And it's are you what you want to be' 
      

Chorus 
F#m  C#m  D  D           E  C#m  Bm  Bm 
nananannanannana      nananananna   So are you what you want to be?  

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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah      Yeah Yeah Yeah 


verse 2 (same as verse 1) 
The war machines will put out both its hands for a dollar 
It's drinking at the table with the chrome hand guerrillas 
The young ones dripping make-up lift her leg up to holla 
Well, I told her what she's got should be protected in the arms of love 
The right things in the hands of dissidents with the fire 
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars 
Well I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr 
But even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward yeah 
aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaah aaaah aaaah 

Chorus 

INTRO 

Chorus
	        

Written by Mark Foster/Greg Kurstin