Set It Off

Bleak December(Ukulele chords)

Set It Off

Key: Am

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Capo on 2nd fret
	        
 

VERSE 

                         Am       C     F    
Gimme, gimme, gimme the truth now 

D                            Am     C    F    
I promise I can handle it if you can 

     D                            Am         C        F 
Cause you've been running from yourself for way too long 

D                            Am       C 
So give me any reason not to cut you out 

                   F    D  
..You're far too gone, yeah 

Am                      C 
Watch you pretend you know it all 

F                 D 
Shift any blame aside 

Am                  C 
Vending the victim when it sells 

            F              D 
How do you even sleep at night? 

       D 
As I drive and drive 

Am F C G In that bleak December, you're just too cold Am F C G But I need the answer, before you fold F G You would hold your cards inside your chest G# Am F Em I think I drove too far for that bleak December Am C F And how full of shit you are, D Am C F D how full of shit you are
VERSE I really really really wanna know you And not the fifty fucking personalities inside your skull If you'd stop trying to steal the spotlight and steal the show Then maybe you would have a better chance of not dying alone So I hit the road Chorus In that bleak December, you're just too cold But I need the answer, before you fold You would hold your cards inside your chest I think I drove too far for that bleak December And how full of shit you are BRIDGE F G Am Now what are you to me C F G Am But a fly inside a web of lies you weave C F G Am You're not fooling anyone, not you, not me C F So I wonder how you stay alive Em When all I do is freeze Chorus In that bleak December, you're just too cold But I need the answer, before you fold You would hold your cards inside your chest I think I drove too far for that bleak December In that bleak December, you're just too cold But I need the answer, before you fold You would hold your cards inside your chest I think I drove too far for that bleak December And how full of shit you are

Written by Cody Carson/Dan Clermont/Brandon Paddock

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