Ghosts Chords

The Head And The Heart: Ghosts
based on this stripped down acoustic version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPuK3Xo_9jg
 
Capo 1st
 
[Verse 1]
Am                                                  E
Boys in the streets are talking about leavin, they're leavin.
Asus4                 E
Looking for places to go.
Am                                                  E
Boys in the streets are talking about leavin, they're leavin.
Asus4                 E
Looking for places to go.
 
Am
Andy built his coffin down in Carolina,
E
told me he was running from somethin.
Asus4                           E
I think he's just out chasing girls.
 
Am
And Erin moved all of her shit to Chicago,
E
her mother made sure that she left with a bible,
Asus4                            E
but you won't find her face on sundays.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
C#m B A G#
C#m B A G#
 
[Chorus]
C#m                B                A           G#
All my friends are talking about leavin, about leavin.
C#m                B                A           G#
But all my friends are sittin in their graves.
C#m                B                A           G#
All my friends are talking about leavin, about leavin.
C#m                B                A           G#
But all my friends are sittin in their graves.
 
[Verse 2]
Am
Is is any wonder why we all leave home?
E
People say „I knew you when you were six years old!“
Asus4                                 E
But I`ve changed, I`ve changed, I`ve changed.
Am
Mom and dad, if only you could see me now.
E
Been here for a year and now I own this town.
Asus4                                   E
Cause I`ve changed, I`ve changed, I`ve changed.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
C#m B A G#
C#m B A G#
 
[Chorus]
C#m                B                A           G#
All my friends are talking about leavin, about leavin.
C#m                B                A           G#
But all my friends are sittin in their graves.
C#m                B                A           G#
All my friends are talking about leavin, about leavin.
C#m                B                A           G#
But all my friends are sittin in their graves.
 
[Outro]
E
One day we`ll all be ghosts.
E
Trippin around someone else`s home.
C#m                                   A
One day we`ll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts.
A               E
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts.
E
One day we`ll all be found.
E
No longer lost, we`re just hanging around.
C#m                                A
One day we'll all be found, found, found.
A             E
Found, found, found.
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