Hero Get Up Live chords by Yaelokre
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Capo on 4th
- Difficulty: Beginner 👶
Performance: Quest Intro: Am E Verse 1: Am E Lumber the halls towards where it all happens Dm G Happened the hero who've woken an instance F G Sense are of jasmine, of woodbine and fodder F G* E* Warrior declarant have taken their armor
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Verse 2: Am E Of to amuse not the playwright, oh brother Dm G They are not musing on neither your land F G Nor the mountains, the ocean, the sun on your hand F E Collywobble, Sir Cooper! Aren't you ready to snap Verse 3: Am E Just by observance you can't even see Dm G Through the smallest of spectacles You huff and you heave F G As if walls have been breached bitwix tiresome war F G E As if walls have been breached bitwix tiresome F G One was meant to protect, not to turn to some whore Chorus: Am E Ahh! You've done it again, mind of Eld, mouth on shoulder Dm G Breath on your knuckles, your neck is on fire F G Out of my, out of my,out of my head! F* G* E Calm your horses, you haystack, you've all but finessed Verse 4: Am E Bale under blankets of stars or their savior Dm G Ink blooded patches you've drowned yourself in F G Dream until dawn till you're done with the quill F G E Unscripted night, yesternight wasn't real Verse 5: Am E Though you've awakened with no weight a gauntlet Dm G Gard brace unfastened your memories unkept F G Burst all your bubbles, you're here in the now F* G* G* E* The candles are lit yet your author is down Verse 6: Am E Ever so silent yet rarely serene Dm G Traces of pigment and varnish F G Rag over easel, a sight to be told F* G* E They're asleep, take a peep, tell us what is untold [Spoken] Am E As it turns out it wasn't all imagination Dm G A recreation of a moment by the you who'd never know F G How it is to be portrayed so wonderfully by just and Just So F* G* E* You are faultless, fictitious, your word Smith is smitten Am Oh! Is this what You Wanted? E Your quest to be rewarded Dm You are no better than a harpy G But this may be your best work Yet F Fool! You've withheld G Suppose the hound is in town F You've long veered from virtue! E You've cut yourself down! [Final Verse] Am E Ever so silent though rarely serene Dm G Traces of pigment and varnish F* G* Rag over easel, a sight to be told F* G* I must leave, and belive, there is none to be told
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