Fall Out Boy – The Music Or The Misery (Ukulele)

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I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,

                F                       Gm
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.

            F                        Eb            F
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,

Gm                       F                    Eb                  F
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.

Gm                    F                      Eb                  F
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.

                 Eb             F         Gm
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,

                       Eb                 F            Gm
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.

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It was never about the songs, it was competition.

           Eb         F            Gm         F
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

 Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?

       Gm                   Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

 Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?

       Gm                   Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.