Biffy Clyro - Sounds Like Balloons

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ancient rome
Em
we built that fxxker stone by stone
Am
our fingers bled , our feet were worn
D
but we stayed strong and carried on
Em
come on in
Em
do you want to touch my bulbous head?
Am
with features wrapped and stretched to death
D
a tiny nose is all that’s left

Em Am D
this is not
Em Am D
for your entertainment
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the land at the end of our toes
C
goes on , and on , and on , and on
D
the sand at the core of our bones
Em
it blows on , and on , and on , and on

G
the land at the end of our toes
C
goes on , and on , and on , and on
D
the sand at the core of our bones
Em
continues on
Em
the basement’s gone
Em
it seems they’ve dug up all our land
Am
the world was lowered man by man
D
let’s move the sky and not join hands

Em
ancient rome
Em
we built that fxxker stone by stone
Am
our fingers bled , our feet were worn
D
but we stayed strong and carried on
Em Am D
this is not
Em Am D
for your entertainment

G
the land at the end of our toes
C
goes on , and on , and on , and on
D
the sand at the core of our bones
Em
it blows on , and on , and on , and on

G
the land at the end of our toes
C
goes on , and on , and on , and on
D
the sand at the core of our bones
Em
continues on
Am Em
life still sounds like balloons
G
you chew and you chew and chew
C
your teeth crumble to the floor
Am
it’s where they lay , it’s where they lay
Em
the past never really dies
G
i don’t think we even try
C
there’s no difference from
Am
where we wake or where we die
G Em
balloons
G Em
balloons
G Em
balloons
C Em
balloons
G
the land at the end of our toes
C
goes on , and on , and on , and on
D
the sand at the core of our bones
Em
it blows on , and on , and on , and on
G
the land at the end of our toes
C
goes on , and on , and on , and on
D
the sand at the core of our bones
Em
continues on