Bruised chords by Rare Americans

Fm  G        C  F
anything can happen
Fm       G       C       F
anything happens all the time

      Fm          F
i was down, down, down
      G        G
on my down low luck i had
     Fm       F
that attitude like
        G
man who gives a fuck?

     Fm           F
so i take the road
       G         G
almost everybody takes it
     Fm           F
so i take the road
        G                    G
off the exit sign that says 'fake it'

          Fm            F
i want to climb, climb, climb
          G             G
i want to carry, carry, carry
          Fm              F
i want to grow up, have a kid or two
   G        G
and getting married

     Fm                 F
so i need to take these fingertips
      G       G
get a goddamn grip
        Fm            F
on this fast slipping cliff
G                G
make a list, load these lips

        Fm     F
you can Do this
        G          G
you can Do this man
        Fm     F
you can Do this
        G          G
you can Do this man

Reff :
   Fm              F
 i lied, i lied, i lied, i lied
     G              G
 was sittin' on the truth
    Fm        F
 oh why, why, why?
      G      G        Fm  F
 Do i Do the things i do  ?

         G              G
 what to chose, what to do
             Fm               F
 i'm fucking bruised, fucking bruised
G
 fucking bruised

 G           Fm  F G
 i'm fucking bruised
 G          (Fm)
 i'm fucking bruised

Int. Fm F G G
     Fm F G G

Fm  G        C  F
anything can happen
Fm       G       C       F
anything happens all the time

       Fm          F
it was hard, hard, hard
    G           G
set back, back, back
     Fm         F
life was a train
      G
i was dead in it's tracks

     Fm            F
so i got up, and i copped to
      G               G
and i fucked up and i miss you
       Fm               F
can we start again if i swear to
     G           G
deal with my old issues?

         Fm            F
it was a heavy, heavy, heavy
    G           G
situation i was in
           Fm              F
i saw that there is nothin you can do
 G             G
about this pal grin

     Fm                      F
so i think and i blink and i swallow
G             G
i live to see tomorrow
Fm           F
many things around here friend
G           G
you're best not to borrow

           Fm       F
you should know this
           G         G
you should know this man
           Fm       F
you should know this
           G
you should know this man

Reff :
  (Fm)             (F)
 i lied, i lied, i lied, i lied
    (G)            (G)
 was sittin' on the truth
   (Fm)      (F)
 oh why, why, why?
     (G)    (G)       Fm  F
 Do i Do the things i do  ?

         G              G
 what to chose, what to do
             Fm               F
 i'm fucking bruised, fucking bruised
G      G
 fucking bruised

   Fm              F
 i lied, i lied, i lied, i lied
     G              G
 was sittin' on the truth
    Fm        F
 oh why, why, why?
      G      G        Fm  F
 Do i Do the things i do  ?

         G              G
 what to chose, what to do
             Fm               F
 i'm fucking bruised, fucking bruised
G
 fucking bruised

 G           Fm  F G
 i'm fucking bruised
 G          (Fm)
 i'm fucking bruised

Outro : Fm F G G
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