Аккорды к песне ​Bryce Vine — American Dream

 
[Intro] 
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[Verse 1] 
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Why Go to Paris for the summer? America is better 
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Apparently there’s gold in the street.. 
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I don’t care who’s over there, if I see you and you’re starin’ 
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Any team will catch a fist through the teeth…. 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
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Yeah, it’s all wrong 
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You’re tellin’ me it’s so wrong 
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To play ball in somebody else’s yard 
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I found God outside of a gun range 
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She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change 
And if I 
 
[Chorus] 
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 Had a dollar for every time I didn’t care 
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I could finally die a millionnaire 
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Wanna play but I don’t wanna fight fair 
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American dr?am but it’s kind of a nightmare 
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(American dream but it’s kind of a nightmar?) 
 
[Verse 2] 
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 The American dream is a foreign car 
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You can only afford with a credit card 
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The American team is a superstar 
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That you see on screen on a boulevard 
****, maybe I’m sick 
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Pass me the bottle, I’m pleading the fifth 
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Callin’ my ex so she know I exist 
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When we argue for hours and call me a **** 
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Click, I’ll have a quarter like prices for oil on ice but that **** doesn’t mix 
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Fix, all of my problems, I Go to the doctor, they tell me that I need a script 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
 A 
Yeah, it’s all wrong 
  F#m             D    A 
You’re tellin’ me it’s so wrong 
         F#m        D    A 
To play ball in somebody else’s yard 
         F#m      D 
I found God outside of a gun range 
 A                 F#m 
She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change 
And if I 
 
[Chorus] 
A           F#m      D         A 
 Had a dollar for every time I didn’t care 
          F#m      D      A 
I could finally die a millionnaire 
        F#m         D 
Wanna play but I don’t wanna fight fair 
A            F#m        D 
American dr?am but it’s kind of a nightmare 
 
[Bridge] 
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 It’s all wrong 
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Maybe we’re too far gone 
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To press pause on all the redemption songs 
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I found God and she called me a saint 
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She said, “The good die young but for you it’s too late” 
 
And if I 
 
[Chorus] 
A           F#m      D         A 
 Had a dollar for every time I didn’t care 
          F#m      D      A 
I could finally die a millionnaire 
        F#m         D 
Wanna play but I don’t wanna fight fair 
A            F#m        D 
American dr?am but it’s kind of a nightmare (And if I) 
A           F#m      D         A 
 Had a dollar for every time I didn’t care 
          F#m      D      A 
I could finally die a millionnaire 
        F#m         D 
Wanna play but I don’t wanna fight fair 
A            F#m        D 
American dr?am but it’s kind of a nightmare