The Format – A Mess To Be Made (Ukulele)

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Tabbed By: Paul Zizza ([email protected]) Chords Used: G - 320033 C - xx0232
Fadd9 - x32033
Em - 022000
A - 002220 Fill 1:
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Intro: C C Fadd9 C C C Fadd9 Fill 1 Verse 1:
C	     C		  Fadd9		C				
	In a dream that I can't seem to shake she is, 

C		C	  Fadd9           Fill 1
	She is standing alone

C		C	    Fadd9	C	
	By the fence I see tears in her eyes 

C			C		Fadd9	Fill 2
	Why she cries I just don't know
Chorus:
Am		D	   C		C
	What a mess that I make of my days

Am		   D		  C	      C
	And theres you you're, a mess to be made

	  C	      C	
	A mess to be made
A (Fill 3) A dream starts to fade... Verse 2:
C		   C	     Fadd9	  C
	So you're leavin for months at a time

C		  C            Fadd9	
	I, I help you out the door

C	           C		Fadd9	     C
	Once your gone I just stare out the window

C			   C		    Fadd9     Fill 2
	Please, would you please come back home
Chorus:
Am		D	    C		C
	What a mess that I make of my days

	C	  C	D
	Tryin to save myself, save myself

Am		      D       	    C		C
	Then there's you you're, a mess to be made

	C	  C		   D
	A canvas only paint could change
Bridge:
C			   C		    C			
	And a voice on the other end of the phone says

			      C			
	Why don't you write a song about it

			C			C			C	Fill 2
	Well here it goes, I was raised on something that you'll never know

C				  C				
	I'd hate this place if it weren't for the waves

		C			  C
	If it weren't for the fact that we love it

		   C			 C					
	Where they measure a man on the money he spends
D Fill 2 Well my love, it's not a bank statement Chorus:
Am		D	    C          C
	What a mess that I make of my days

	C	   C   D
	Tryin to save myself, save myself

Am		     D		  C	     C
	Then theres you you're, a mess to be made

	   C	      C
	A mess to be made

	   C	      C
	A mess to be made

	   D			C
	A dream starts to fade away...