Shinedown – Dance Kid Dance (Guitar)

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[Intro] Bm [Verse]
Bm                      A
mind clouded, losing vision

D                               G
Thoughts racing, but the head won't listen

Bm                A
Add it up, it’s just division

D                               G
Nails scratching down a chalkboard prison

Bm                     A
Who are you contemplated

D                            G
Your personality will be rated

Bm                          A
Bad impressions don't debate it

D                          G
Hate to love it, love to hate it

Bm
Dance, kid, dance

Bm
Dance, kid, dance

G
My social skills are wearing off

Em
My phobias are at a loss

Bm
Don't call me crazy

A
That’s how they made me

G                     Em
My education's wearing off

Em                   Bm
My generation's getting soft

Bm
Brain sick and so bored

A
That's what you're built for

        G                     Em
The fever might put you in a trance

                          Bm
But the pills'll make you dance

       Bm
Thе pills'll make you dance

Bm                     A
School bells sеal the borders

D                                G
Playground's in complete disorder

Bm                 A
Call it hell, call it mortar

 D                            G
 side hustle, doctor’s orders

Bm
Dance, kid, dance (Dance, kid, dance)

Bm
Dance, kid, dance

G
My social skills are wearing off

Em
My phobias are at a loss

Bm
Don't call me crazy

A
That’s how they made me

G                      Em
My education's wearing off

Em                      Bm
My generation's getting soft

Bm
Brain sick and so bored

A
That's what you're built for

G                               Em
The fever might put you in a trance

                             Bm
But the pills'll make you dance
The pills'll make you dance Pick it up Dance, kid, dance
G
My social skills are wearing off

Em
My phobias are at a loss

Bm
Don't call me crazy

A
That’s how they made me

G                       Em
My education's wearing off

Em                      Bm
My generation's getting soft

Bm
Brain sick and so bored

A
That's what you're built for

G                           Em
The fever might put you in a trance

                          Bm
But the pills'll make you dance
The pills'll make you dance So run while you got the chance Dance, kid, dance, right?