People Help The People - Birdy

 F#  Bbm

 F#                       Bbm
 God knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart
          G#
 I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
      F#
 those Hardfaced Queens of misadventure
 F#                       Bbm
 God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
       G#
 a Fiery throng of muted angels
      F#
 Giving love and getting nothing back
 F#          Bbm
 People help the people
           G#                       F#
 And if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
 F#          Bbm
 People help the people
              G#
 And nothing will drag you down
      D#m  C#  F#
 Oh and if  I  had a brain,
      D#m  C#  F#
 Oh and if  I  had a brain
      D#m   C#    F#
 i'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
     D#m         F        F#
 That turned, all those good hearts away
 F#
 (Stacco)
 F#                       Bbm
 God knows what is hiding, in that world of little consequence
  G#
 Behind the tears, inside the lies
   F#
 A thousand slowly dying sunsets
 F#                       Bbm
 God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
         G#
 I guess the loneliness came knocking
      F#
 No on needs to be alone, oh save me
 F#          Bbm
 People help the people
          G#                         F#
 And if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
 F#          Bbm
 People help the people
              G#
 And nothing will drag you down
      D#m  C#  F#
 Oh and if  I  had a brain,
      D#m  C#  F#
 Oh and if  I  had a brain
      D#m   C#    F#
 i'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
     D#m         F        F#
 That turned, all those good hearts away
 F#  Bbm  G#  F#

 (Stacco)
 F#          Bbm
 People help the people
           G#                       F#
 And if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
 F#          Bbm
 People help the people
              G#
 And nothing will drag you down
      D#m  C#  F#
 Oh and if  I  had a brain,
      D#m  C#  F#
 Oh and if  I  had a brain
      D#m   C#    F#
 i'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
     D#m         F        F#
 That turned, all those good hearts away