Looking For Alaska chords by Hank Green

F#m               D                       A          E               F#m
    I hope you're somewhere warm and white, like the flowers in your car
                        D                  A                E
That you've escaped the labrynth of suffer-ing wherever you are
        F#m      D           A                  E
I got a piece of you tucked away deep inside my mind
         F#m        D       A                   E
Memories of your poetry and drinking your cheap wine


Bm                F#m                       A              E      Bm
  Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there
                   F#m             A                E
I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere
                F               G
And I hope it's beautiful, like you
       F                      G              A        F#m
You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all

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Your green eyes still shine with life   in my memory
              D                     A               E
Your smell of grass and vanilla and smoke are still alive in me
           F#m      D            A                      E
I found my great perhaps in Blue Citrus and the smoking hole
             F#m   D                A           E
Your end was my be-ginning with the kiss that I stole



Bm              F#m                       A              E      Bm
Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there
                    F#m            A                      E
I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere
                F               G
And I hope it's beautiful, like you
       F                      G              A       F#m
You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all


               D                   A          E         F#m
  You were the storm that came and went like lightning
                     D              A                  E
You struck me by sur-prise with the life I thought you might bring
        F#m     D               A                 E
Someday I'll forget your boozey breath that I can taste still
             F#m            D          A          E
We'll always have Crest and pranks and Strawberry Hill



Bm              F#m                       A              E      Bm
Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there
                   F#m             A                      E
I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere
                F               G
And I hope it's beautiful, like you
       F                        G
You're beautiful, and I'm still looking for you
A
Alaska



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