Carpal Tunnel Of Love
Fall Out BoyVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
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We take sour sips from life's lush lips,
And we shake, shake, shake, the hips in relationships,
Stop by this disaster town,
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say:
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning,
Woah, far from the genuinely cunning, woah
We keep the beat with your blistered feet,
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing,
Slept through the weekend and dreaming,
Of sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self saying "How you been?"
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche,
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance,
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle,
Tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns
Were the has-beens of husbands,
Sharpening the knives of young wives,
Take two years and call me when you're better,
Take tears of mine, find yourself wetter
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Readable chord sheet for Carpal Tunnel Of Love by Fall Out Boy
[Dm]We take sour sips from l[Bb]ife's lush lips, [Dm]And we shake, shake, shake, the [Bb]hips in relationships, [Dm]Stop by this dis[Bb]aster town, [G]You'll put your eyes [Bb]to the sun and say: "I know [C]you're only blin[Dm]ding to keep bac[Bb]k what the clouds are hi[G]ding [Bb] [C] [Bb]And we might have starte[A]d singing just a[Dm] little [F]soon [Bb]We're throwing s[A]tones at a glass[Dm] moon [F] [E] [Dm]Woah, we[F]'re so miserable and stu[Bb]nning, [G] [Bb] [Dm]Woah, fa[F]r from the genuinely cun[Bb]ning, wo[A]ah [Dm]We keep the beat with your blist[Bb]ered feet, We bul[Dm]let the words at the mockingbirds singing,[Bb] [Dm]Slept through the weeken[Bb]d and dreaming, [G]Of sinking with the melo[Bb]dy of th[C]e kiss of eternity [Dm]Got postcards from my fo[Bb]rmer self saying[G] "How you been?"[Bb] [Bb]We might have sa[A]id goodbyes just[Dm] a little soon (Stomp ou[F]t this disaster town) [Bb]Robbing lips and[A] kissing banks u[Dm]nder thi[F]s moon[E] [Dm]It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche, When the pearls in our shells came out to dance, You call me a bad tipper of the cradle, Tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns [Dm]Were the has-been[F]s of husbands, [G]Sharpening the knives of[Bb] young w[A]ives, [Dm]Take two years and call [F]me when you're better, [G]Take tears of mine, find[Bb] yoursel[A]f wetter