F# A E B F# A E F# A E B I’m in a crowd full of angels and demons F# A E I’m looking out for the jingoes and heathens F# A E B Nobody move and nobody gonna get hurt F# A E Reach for the sky with your face in the dirt F# Everybody is a star (Star) Got my money and I’m feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low) Everybody got a scar (Scar) Ain’t it funny how we’re running out of hope? Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah F# A E F# (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) A E B I got blood on my hands in my pockets F# A E C# That’s what you get turning bullets into rockets (Rockets) F# A E B I am a kid of a bad education F# A E The shooting star of lowered expectation F# Everybody is a star (Star) Got my money and I’m feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low) Everybody got a scar (Scar) Ain’t it funny how we’re running out of hope? Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah B Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah F# (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) E I’m just a face in the crowd of spectators E To the sound of the voice of a traitor F# A E Dirty looks and I’m looking for a payback F# A E Burning books in a bulletproof backpack F# Everybody is a star (Star) Got my money and I’m feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low) Everybody got a scar (Scar) Ain’t it funny how we’re running out of hope? Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F# Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody is a star) F# Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody is a star, ow)
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