Good Grief

Bastille

• NCG5F5C5
  P1:
  So, what would you little maniacs like to do first? 

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• F5C5G5
  B1:
  Watching through my fingers 

  Watching through my fingers
• GFCGFC
  S1:
  Shut my eyes and count to ten 

  It goes in one ear out the other, oh, one ear out the other, oh 

  Burning bright right 'til the end, now you’ll be 

  Missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs
• GFC
  B2:
  Watching through my fingers 

  Watching through my fingers
• GFCGFC
  S2:
  In my thoughts you’re far away 

  And you are whistling a melody, whistling a melody 

  Crystallizing clear as day 

  Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily
• EmiCEmiDNC
  B3:
  What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it? 

  What’s gonna be left of the wo-orld? Oh
• GCGEmiCGGCGEmiCGGCGEmiCG
  R1:
  Every minute and every hour 

  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-ore 

  Every stumble and each misfire 

  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-ore 

  Watching through my fin-gers 

  Watching through my fin-gers
• GFCGFC
  S3:
  Caught off guard by your favourite song 

  Oh I’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral 

  Sleeping in the clothes you love, it’s such a shame 

  We had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn
• EmiCEmiDG
  B3:
  What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it? 

  What’s gonna be left of the wo-orld, oh
• GCGEmiCGGCGEmiCG
  R2:
  Every minute and every hour 

  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-ore 

  Every stumble and each misfire 

  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-ore
• GFC
  Rc1:
  If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn 

  To live in the jungle, now stop worrying and go get dressed
• GFCGFCGCEmiCGCEmiC
  B4:
  You might have to excuse me 

  I’ve lost control of all my senses 

  And you might have to excuse me 

  I’ve lost control of all my words 

  So get drunk, call me a fool 

  Put me in my place, put me in my place 

  Pick me up, up off the floor 

  Put me in my place, put me in my place
• GCGEmiCGGCGEmiCGGCGEmiCGGCGEmiCG
  R3:
  Every minute and every hour 

  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-ore 

  Every stumble and each misfire 

  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-ore 

  Watching through my fin-gers 

  Watching through my fin-gers 

  Cause every minute and every hour 

  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you mo-ore