Kunci Ukulele The National – Looking for astronauts Versi 1

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The National Looking for Astronauts Alligator This is a tricky rhythm, so I suggest listening to the song and playing a long a few to get it down.
GmWe're out Clooking Gmfor astronautsC, Gmlooking forC astronauts (x2) GmIt's a Clittle too Gmlate, too Clate, for Gmthis
GmIsn't it a Clittle too Gmlate for Cthis? GmLittle too Clate, tooGm late for Cthis
GmIsn't it a Clittle too Gmlate for Cthis? FYou Cknow you havGme a permanent Cpiece Gmof my medium-Fsized American Cheart
This pattern repeats throughout the rest of the song. Let me know what you think and post any corrections you may have! We're out looking for astronauts Looking for astronauts We're out looking for astronauts Looking for astronauts Are we gone? Come on, yeah, we know we're gone Bye bye bye Bye bye bye, we know we're gone Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home Throw from your window your record collection They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want Something to cry for and something to hunt Are we gone? Come on, yeah, we know we're gone Bye bye bye Bye bye bye, we know we're gone We're out looking for astronauts Looking for astronauts We're out looking for astronauts Looking for astronauts It's a little too late, too late, too late for this Isn't it a little too late for this? Little too late, too late for this Isn't it a little too late for this? You know you have a permanent piece Of my medium-sized American heart So don't wear the watch when you're out with the cunts You can break what you have, but the rest of it's mine Take all your reasons and take them away to the middle of nowhere, and on your way home Throw from your window your record collection They all run together and never make sense, but that's how we like it, and that's all we want Something to cry for, and something to hunt