Kunci Ukulele twenty one pilots – Tear in my heart Versi 4

Sometimes you gotta bleed to k^Cno^Ew ^F That you’re alive and have a s^Cou^El ^F But it takes someone to come a^Ground To show you how

She’s the tear in my he^Fart I’m alive She’s the te^Gar in my he^Amart I’m on fire She’s the te^Gar in my he^Cart Take me high^Ger Than I’ve ever be^Cen^{E F}

The songs on the radio are ok^Cay^{E F} But my taste in music is your f^Cac^Ee ^F And it takes a song to come a^Ground To show you how

She’s the tear in my he^Fart I’m alive She’s the te^Gar in my he^Amart I’m on fire She’s the te^Gar in my he^Cart Take me high^Ger Than I’ve ever be^Fen Than I’ve ^Gever ^Ambeen Than I’ve ^Gever ^Cbeen ^G Than I’ve ever ^Cbeen

^Cohh, oh-oh, oh, ooh, oh-oh, ^C ooo, oo^E-oo^F, oo^C, ooo, oo oo ^{C C}You fell ^Easleep in^F my^C car I drove the whole tim^Ce ^CBut that’s ^Eokay I’ll ju^Fst av^Coid the holes so you sleep fine^{C C}I’m driving ^Ehere I^F sit ^CCursing my government ^{C C}For not us^Eing my ^Ftaxes^C to fill holes with more cemen^Ct ^CYou fell ^Easleep in^F my^C car I drove the whole time^{C C}But that’s ^Eokay I’ll j^Fust av^Coid the holes so you sleep fin^Ce ^CI’m driving ^Ehere I^F si^Ct ^CCursing my govern^Cment ^GFor not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement^{C E F}

Sometimes you gotta bleed to ^Cknow, ^Eoh,^F oh That you’re alive and have a ^Csoul, ^Eoh,^F oh But it takes someone to come ^Garound To show you how

She’s the tear in my he^Fart I’m alive She’s the te^Gar in my he^Amart I’m on fire She’s the te^Gar in my he^Cart Take me high^Ger

My he^Fart is my armour She’s the t^Gear in my h^Ameart She’s a carver She’s a ^Gbutcher with a ^Csmile Cut me ^Gfarther Than I’ve ever ^Fbeen Than I’ve ^Gever ^Ambeen Than I’ve ^Gever ^Cbeen ^G

My h^Feart is my armour She’s the ^Gtear in my ^Amheart She’s a carver She’s a ^Gbutcher with a ^Csmile Cut me ^Gfarther Than I’ve ever been^C