Flawed Design by Saint Asonia
Key: GmGm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
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Verse 1
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Why do we do these terrible things we do?
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Pretending there's a cloud of fog we can't see through
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And I know I've said some things I'll always regret
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But you're the only one I know who sees through all that
Chorus
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Someday, someway
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If we could find the words to say
           Cm                Bb          Ab
There'd be no more fighting, no taking sides
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And up on the shelf above us, our ideas turn to rust
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And the things we love they lose their shine
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It's a flawed design
Verse 2
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I will never say I'll do something I won't do
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'Cause I can't live with myself if I don't pull through
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Right here's the only place that I wanna be with you
Chorus
    Cm      Eb
Someday, someway
             Bb               Ab
If we could find the words to say
           Cm                Bb          Ab
There'd be no more fighting, no taking sides
               Cm          Eb      Bb            Ab
And up on the shelf above us, our ideas turn to rust
          Cm                Bb          Ab
And the things we love they lose their shine
                     Cm   Bb  Eb
Oh, it's a flawed design
Bridge
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Get away, get away, get away if you can
Eb                           Fm          Cm  Eb  Bb  Ab
'Cause this is the world I'm fighting for
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Cm  Eb  Bb  Ab
Cm  Bb  Fm
Gm
Chorus
    Cm      Eb
Someday, someway
             Bb               Ab
If we could find the words to say
           Cm                Bb          Ab
There'd be no more fighting, no taking sides
               Cm          Eb      Bb            Ab
And up on the shelf above us, our ideas turn to rust
          Cm                Bb          Ab
And the things we love they lose their shine
                    Cm   Eb  Bb Ab
Oh, it's a flawed design
                    Cm   Bb  Ab
Oh, it's a flawed design
Cm  Bb  Ab