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Take You Out Tonight

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Intro G C D G G C High as a kite on your purple haze D B7 Em I want the morning to last forever C F I don't want nobody else C F C G F I'm free, I'm free, I'm free G Make the records I wanna make Fuck off and tell 'em anything C Have one conversation with my people D Just wanna tell you where I've been C Fuck the world, fuck the gallery Bm Fuck anyone who hasn't been here Am You're welcome in G But fuck anyone who hasn't been here [Refrão] G God, I love it inside D To hold you in that safe light Em C But looking in your eyes, I can feel all the edges tonight G 'Cause it's brutal to be baptized D In cold stares and harsh lights Em G C Am D But I gotta take you out and show you off tonight [Pós-Refrão] G C Am D Hey, hey [Verso 1] G C Am D I'm made of one-way tickets and I'm not selling 'em cheap G C Am D So let 'em write shit about us that they didn't even see G C Am D But let 'em think that they understand our bits when they don't G C Am D I just want one conversation with my people and my home G C Am D I just want one conversation with my people and my past G C Am D I'm taking this so far now, I gotta keep cool, make it last [Refrão] G But, damn, I'm on the edge tonight D Praying for a real life Em C Well, look me in the eyes and ask me again if I can fight G 'Cause it's brutal to be uptight D In the edge of such a beautiful life Em G C Am Well, I gotta take you out and show you off tonight [Pós-Refrão] D G C Am Hey, hey, I feel a way D G C Am D Hey, hey, I feel a way [Verso 2] G C Am D 'Cause I went down to see the man and the man asked me for a picture G C Am D I asked a friend how we was doing, he showed me his monthly listeners G C Am D Oh, don't get cheap, don't get caught, don't get lost in these kisses G C Am D I just want you all night, don't wanna get lost in these kisses G C Am D Don't take the money and run, just be honest about your faith G C Am D Don't make the kids pay for your loan and what you think you're made of, babe G C Am D I'm made of east coast music, I'm made of ghosts from the past G C Am D And I've been gone since I was fifteen, earning my soul to crash [Refrão] G But it's cool, keep it inside D Gonna love her in that easy light Em C (She don't need to heart this shit right now anyway) G Yeah, it's brutal to be baptized D In cold stares and harsh lights Em G C Am But I gotta take you out and show you off tonight [Pós-Refrão] D G C Am D Hey, hey, I feel a way G C Am D Woo {Instrumental} G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D [Ponte] G I could try to leave my house, I'd end up right back on my stoop Am I could try to leave this hell, I'd fucking die on this hill Bm I could try to leave the road, I'd end up right back in the van C I could try to take your hand, you know I'll never take your hand D N.C. G C Am I gotta face everything that I ever believed, oh Outro D G C Am Hey, hey, I feel a way D G C Am Hey, hey, I feel a way D G C Am Well, hey, I feel a way Am D G C Am D So come on, Bleachers, take it away G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D G C Am D (One, two, three, four)