Are You What You Want To Be? Foster The People

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Are You What You Want To Be? - Foster The People
Tabbed by: Nicolas Larrondo
Email: nilarrondo@hotmail.com
Tuning: Standard (EADGBe)
Tabs, Chords & Lyrics! wena perro! this is my first tab :B
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e|---7----9---7---6-------5---4---0---2------------------------------------|
B|---7----9---7---7-------5---5---0---3------------------------------------|
G|---8---10---8---6-------6---4---1---2------------------------------------| x4
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A|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
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nananannannanananannananana nananannaanannaannana

cis   fis   B   B x2
Fnanfisananagnnanganannanananna nananannanananannaaa
[Zwrotka 1]
cis      I Fwoke up on Cghamps-Élysées to the Djembe of Gfishana
A fine lady from Belize said "You got the spirit of Fela"
A young one dripping make-up put her hands out to holla
I gave her what I got but couldn't handle her broken heart
The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars
Well I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr
But even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward, yeah

[PRE-CHORUS]
cis   With Fall these thgings I wait for revelation      fis   
These things make me want to duck for cover
With all these things I wait for revolution
cis F Gm silence.
These things ask the biggest question to me
"And it's are you what you want to be"
[Refren]
cisnananfisannanBannBana      nanFanafisnannag  Sgo are you what you want to be?
cisYeah fisYeah BYeaBh Yeah      FYeafish Yeagh Yegah

[VERSE 2](same as VERSE 1)
The war machines will put out both its hands for a dollar
It's drinking at the table with the chrome hand guerrillas
The young ones dripping make-up lift her leg up to holla
Well, I told her what she's got should be protected in the arms of love
The right things in the hands of dissidents with the fire
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars
Well I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr
But even more so I'm afraid to face god and say I was a coward yeah
aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah aaaaah aaaah aaaah
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