Editors - Bullets

      
 
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 #This isn't perfect, and you should probably listen to the song to figure out how long to
 #the chords and the rhythms and that sort of thing, but you should be able to hack your
 #through with this.
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 F#m 
  
 A                      
 Green hills and enemies
 These things they make us senti-
 F#m          
 mental inside
 
 A                       
 Your words are gelignite
 Or just another senti-
 F#m         
 mental aside
 
 D                            
 We're catching bullets in our
 F#m                              
 teeth And though it's easy if you
 C#m               
 know how it's done
 
 D                           
 They split the secret up six
 F#m                           
 ways before they gave it to us
 G#m                 
 Just before dawn And
 G                    
 now we don't remember
 
 F#m 
  
 A                         
 Our blood and guts are out
 We spread our bones across the
 F#m           
 table at night
 
 A                     
 We cut our fingers off
 To give ourselves those little
 F#m           
 extra insights
 
 D                            
 We're catching bullets in our
 F#m                                  
 teeth And though they try hard not to
 C#m              
 say how it's done
 They always do
 D                            
 They spill the secret out six
 F#m                             
 ways And beg for our forgiveness
 G#m                 
 Just before dawn And
 G                    
 now we don't remember
 
 F#m 
  
 D                            
 We're catching bullets in our
 A                                   
 teeth It's hard to do but they're so
 F#m                            
 sweet And it they take a couple
 C#m                          
 out We try to work things out
 D                              
 We're catching bullets with our
 A                                   
 Heads and hearts and all the darkest
 F#m                                  
 parts of us It's strange to find such
 C#m                        
 Light in such endless night
 
 D 
  
 F#m                      
 So sweet to lose a friend
 You leave the church and taste the
 A                
 air in your lungs
 C#m 
  
 F#m                   
 Old lies and fireflies
 Carve angels on your eyes and
 A            
 All is undone
 C#m 
  
 D                           
 You whisper prayers into the
 F#m                            
 dark Up to a god in whom you've
 C#m           
 never believed
 You always do
 D                          
 You split the secret up six
 F#m                          
 ways But it won't make it any
 G#m              
 easier to see And
 F (or no chord, the F is only very weakly implied by the whistle
 
 here)
 now we don't remember
 D                            
 We're catching bullets in our
 A                                   
 teeth It's hard to do but they're so
 F#m                            
 sweet And it they take a couple
 C#m                          
 out We try to work things out
 D                              
 We're catching bullets with our
 A                                   
 Heads and hearts and all the darkest
 F#m                                  
 parts of us It's strange to find such
 C#m                        
 Light in such endless night
 D                            
 We're catching bullets in our
 A                           
 backs We sent the undertaker
 F#m                        
 back into the garden in the
 C#m                              
 drought To try to work things out
 D                                   
 We're catching bullets with the best
 A                             
 resources that we've got We're
 F#m                          
 happy then again we're not We
 C#m                      
 shout through the endless
 D    
 doubt
 
 (F#m? it's kind of hard to tell if they really hit the chord though)
 
 D                                        
 Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
 F#m 
 Etc.
 D 
  
 F#m 
  
 D 
  
 C#m 
  
 D 
  
 F#m 
  
 And that's pretty much it.