Chords for First Aid Kit - The Lion's Roar (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
122.7 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C
G
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Key:
Am
C
G
F
A
Am
C
G
[A] [Am] .
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[C] .
[G] [Am] .
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Now the pale [C] morning sings of [G] forgotten [Am] things.
She plays a tune for [C] those who wish [Am] to overlook .
the fact that they've been blindly [C] deceived.
[G] by those who preach [Am] and pray and teach.
But she falls [C] short and the night [Am] explodes with laughter.
.
Don't you come here [C] and say I didn't [Am] warn you.
about the way your world can alter.
And oh how you try [C] to [G] command it [Am] all still.
Every single time it all shifts one way or the other.
[F] And I'm a goddamn [Am] [C] coward [G] but then again so [Am] are you.
[F] And the [C] lions roar, [Em] the [Am] lions roar.
[F] as me evading [C] and [G] hollering .
[Am] for you.
[F] And I never [C] really [G] knew what [Am] to do.
Now .
[C] .
[G] [Am] .
[G] .
[Am] I guess [C] sometimes I wish you [G] were a little more [Am] predictable.
that I could read you just like a book.
For now I [C] only [G] guess what's [Am] coming next.
by examining [C] your [G] timid smile.
[Am] These are [C] the old [A] .
days of you and [Am] me.
.
And [F] I'm a goddamn .
[C] fool but [G] then again so [Am] are you.
[F] And the [C] lions roar, [G] the [Am] lions roar.
[F] as me seeking out [C] and [G] searching [Am] for you.
[F] And I never [C] really [G] knew [Am] what to do.
.
.
[C] Sometimes .
[G] [Am] .
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[C] [G] .
[Am] .
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[D] .
I [F] wish I could find my [Am] rosemary hill.
.
.
[D] I'd sit there and look [F] at the deserted lakes.
and [Am] I'd sing and .
[F] every once in [C] a while.
[G] I'd sing a song [Am] for you that [F] would rise above.
[C] the mountains and the [G] stars [Am] and the sea.
[F] And if I wanted it to it would lead you back [Am] to me.
.
.
[F] And the lions [C] .
roar, [G] the [Am] lions roar.
[F] is something [C] that I have [G] heard [Am] before.
A [F] .
[C] children's tale, the lonesome [Am].
wail [F] of [C] a [G] lion.
.
In [Am] your .
.
.
.
.
[G] .
[Am] .
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[G] .
[Am] .
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[G] [Em] .
[Am] soul.
.
.
.
.
.
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[C] .
[G] [Am] .
.
Now the pale [C] morning sings of [G] forgotten [Am] things.
She plays a tune for [C] those who wish [Am] to overlook .
the fact that they've been blindly [C] deceived.
[G] by those who preach [Am] and pray and teach.
But she falls [C] short and the night [Am] explodes with laughter.
.
Don't you come here [C] and say I didn't [Am] warn you.
about the way your world can alter.
And oh how you try [C] to [G] command it [Am] all still.
Every single time it all shifts one way or the other.
[F] And I'm a goddamn [Am] [C] coward [G] but then again so [Am] are you.
[F] And the [C] lions roar, [Em] the [Am] lions roar.
[F] as me evading [C] and [G] hollering .
[Am] for you.
[F] And I never [C] really [G] knew what [Am] to do.
Now .
[C] .
[G] [Am] .
[G] .
[Am] I guess [C] sometimes I wish you [G] were a little more [Am] predictable.
that I could read you just like a book.
For now I [C] only [G] guess what's [Am] coming next.
by examining [C] your [G] timid smile.
[Am] These are [C] the old [A] .
days of you and [Am] me.
.
And [F] I'm a goddamn .
[C] fool but [G] then again so [Am] are you.
[F] And the [C] lions roar, [G] the [Am] lions roar.
[F] as me seeking out [C] and [G] searching [Am] for you.
[F] And I never [C] really [G] knew [Am] what to do.
.
.
[C] Sometimes .
[G] [Am] .
.
[C] [G] .
[Am] .
.
[D] .
I [F] wish I could find my [Am] rosemary hill.
.
.
[D] I'd sit there and look [F] at the deserted lakes.
and [Am] I'd sing and .
[F] every once in [C] a while.
[G] I'd sing a song [Am] for you that [F] would rise above.
[C] the mountains and the [G] stars [Am] and the sea.
[F] And if I wanted it to it would lead you back [Am] to me.
.
.
[F] And the lions [C] .
roar, [G] the [Am] lions roar.
[F] is something [C] that I have [G] heard [Am] before.
A [F] .
[C] children's tale, the lonesome [Am].
wail [F] of [C] a [G] lion.
.
In [Am] your .
.
.
.
.
[G] .
[Am] .
.
[G] .
[Am] .
.
[G] [Em] .
[Am] soul.
.
.
.
.
.