Kunci Ukulele twenty one pilots – Mashup Versi 1

^CShe asked me, "Son, w^Fhen I grow old, Will ^Amyou buy me a ^Ghouse of gold? And ^Cwhen your father ^Fturns to stone, Will ^Cyou take ^Gcare of ^Cme?"

^FI will ^A7make you ^DmQueen of ^Bbmeverything you ^Fsee I'll put you on the ^Cmap I'll cure you of ^Fdisease ^F

My name's ^FBlurryface and ^DmI care what you ^Amthink. ^Am My name's ^FBlurryface and ^DmI care what you ^Amthink. ^Am

^FWish we could ^Emturn back time^Am, to the g^Emood olâ days, ^AmWhen our ^Gmomma sang ^Cus to sleep but ^Enow weâre stressed out. ^AmWish we could ^Gturn back time^C, to the g^Eood olâ days, ^AmWhen our ^Gmomma sang ^Cus to sleep but ^Enow weâre stressed out. ^E

^{C Am E} We're stressed out. C Am E

^C All my friends are^Am heathens, take it^E slow ^CWait for them to ^Amask you who you ^Eknow Please ^Cdon't make a^Amny sudden ^Emoves You ^Cdon't know the ^Amhalf of the a^Ebused

^Am Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they ^Emloved one day, docked away ^Am Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our ^Embrains will change from hand grenades ^Am You never know the psychopath sitting next to ^Emyou You never know the murderer sitting next to ^Amyou You'll think, "How'd I get here sitting next to ^Byou?" ^B And after all I've said, please don't for^Dmget^G

You're ^Fthe judge,^C Oh no Set me ^Gfr^Amee You're the ^Fjudge, Oh ^Cno Set me ^Gfr^Amee I ^Fknow my soul's ^Gfreezing Hell's ^Chot for good ^Amreason So ^Fplease, ^F

^Dmstay in your lane, boy,^Am lane, boy But ^Gwe go where we want to ^Dm They think this thing is a ^Amhighway, highway But will ^Gthey be alive tomorrow?

^GWon't you go to s^Amomeone else's dreams ^EmWon't you go to s^Domeone else's head ^GHaven't you taken ^Amenough from me ^EmWon't you torture s^Dmomeone else's sleep?

^FOh Oh whoa, oh Oh^Gm whoa Iâm ^Dmfalling so Iâm taking my^Bb time on my ^Fride Oh Oh ^Gmwhoa Iâm ^Dmfalling so Iâm taking my^Bb time on my r^Fid^Gme ^Dm I'm taking my t-i^Bbme- on my ri^Fde^{Gm Dm Bb}

^BbDown in the^F forest ^Dmwe'll sing ^Ca Chorus ^BbOne that ever^Fybody ^Dmknows^{C Bb}Hands held^F higher, ^Dmwe'll be^C on fire ^BbSinging songs^F that nobody ^Dmwrote^C. ^C

^FI will ^A7make you ^DmQueen of ^Bbm*everything you s^F*ee I'll put you on the ^C*map I'll cure you of ^F*disease