C F Am G F(in chorus)
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B|--1---1----1----3------1------------|
Am (x2)
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Intro:
C *palm mute* C F (x5) C *palm mute* F C *palm mute* F C
C
I believe nowhere is a better place to be
Am
Than not knowing where you're going now
C
I said education is a better state of mind
Am
But I'd trade all my books to find a home
C
If I made bets on a better time
Am
I'd lose my money every single dime
C
I believe moss on a rolling stone
Am
Is better than the rust that's growing on my house
Am G F
'Cause it eats at you sometimes
Chorus:
F C
The more you struggle
G
More you fight it
Am F
More it clings to you at night
C
The more you wonder
G
More you dream
Am F
The more you pray it starts to die
C
And it does
G Am F
Though it kicks you in the side
C
Yes it does
G Am F C G
Though it takes a little time
C F (x5) C *palm mute* F C *palm mute* F C
C
I believe heaven is a pretty place to stay
Am
But not knowing scares me half to death
C
I believe God is a bigger man than me
Am
But sometimes I think that I can fight him
C
We kicked the devil on a friday night
Am
Just about lost when he came in close and tight
C
Took him with a punch to his gritty chin
Am
Asked him to please not come back here again
Am G F
But he eats at me sometimes
Chorus:
F C
The more you struggle
G Am F
More you fight it, More he clings to you at night
C G
The more you wonder, More you dream
Am F
The more you pray he starts to die
C G Am F
And it does, Though he kicks you in the side
C G Am F C G
Yes it does, Though it takes a little time
C F (x5)
C
I believe home is a place that I will get someday
Am
If someone just will hold me
C
I believe hope is a thing that I will find some time
Am
If someone just will show me
C
I believe love is given, going, gone
Am
Come back to kiss me on the forehead
C
I believe moss on a rolling stone
Am
Is better than the rust that's growing on my home
Am G F
'Cause it eats at me sometimes
Chorus:
F C G
The more I struggle, More I fight it
Am F C
More it clings to me at night, The more I wonder
G Am F
More I dream, The more I pray it starts to die
C
And it does
G Am F
Though it kicks you in the side
C
Yes it does
G Am F C G
Though it takes a little time
C F (x3)
end on C
