My Mistakes Were Made For You The Last Shadow Puppets

My Mistakes Were Made For You

The Last Shadow Puppets

Patrick

1048
0:00 2:20
Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 2/4
Key: Gm
Capo:
No capo
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Intro]
| Gm | - | - | - |
| -  | - | - | - |
| -  | - |

[Verse 1]
                           Cm/G
About as subtle as an earthquake
          F                      Gm
I know my mistakes were made for you
                             Cm/G
And in the back room of a bad    dream she came
    F                 Gm
And whisked me away enthused
And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill

[Pre-Chorus]
    Cm/G
The fact is that it prob'ly will
        F                         Gm
Hit something on the hazardous terrain
And we're just following
The flock round and in between
  Cm/G
Before we're smashed to smithereens
         F
Like they were
                          D/A
And we scrambled from the blame

[Chorus]
             Cm/G
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
    D/A
She couldn't help but spit 'em out
Cm/G                      D/A
Innocence and arrogance entwined
                    Gm
In the filthiest of minds

[Verse 2]
Gm                           Cm/G
  She was bitten on her birthday and now
  F                       Gm
A face in the crowd she's not
Gm                            Cm/G
  And I suspect that now forever the shape
    F                     D/A
She came to escape its forgot

[Chorus]
           Cm/G
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
    D/A
And give her less than ev'rything
 Cm/G                                 D/A Gm
Around your crooked concious she will wind

[Bridge]
Am Dm/A G Am
            Cause we're just following

[Pre-Chorus]
    Am
The flock round and in between
  Dm/A
Before we're smashed to smithereens
         G
Like they were
                          E
And we scrambled from the blame

[Chorus]
             Dm/A
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
    E
She couldn't help but spit 'em out
 Dm/A                                 E
Around your crooked concious she will wind
           Dm/A
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
    E
And give her less than ev'rything
  Dm/A                          E
Innocence and arrogance entwined

[Outro]
| Am |

Bars

[Intro]
| Gm | - | - | - |
| -  | - | - | - |
| -  | - |

[Verse 1]
        | Cm/G | - |
| F | - | Gm   | - |
| - | - | Cm/G | - |
| F | - | Gm   | - |
| - | - |

About as subtle as an earthquake
I know my mistakes were made for you
And in the back room of a bad    dream she came
And whisked me away enthused
And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill

[Pre-Chorus]
        | Cm/G | - |
| F | - | Gm   | - |
| - | - | Cm/G | - |
| F | - | D/A  | - |

The fact is that it prob'ly will
Hit something on the hazardous terrain
And we're just following
The flock round and in between
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were
And we scrambled from the blame

[Chorus]
| Cm/G | - | D/A | - |
| Cm/G | - | D/A | - |
| Gm   | - | -   | - |

And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn't help but spit 'em out
Innocence and arrogance entwined
In the filthiest of minds

[Verse 2]
| Gm | - | Cm/G | - |
| F  | - | Gm   | - |
| Gm | - | Cm/G | - |
| F  | - | D/A  | - |

She was bitten on her birthday and now
A face in the crowd she's not
And I suspect that now forever the shape
She came to escape its forgot

[Chorus]
| Cm/G | - | D/A | - |
| Cm/G | - | D/A | - |
| Gm   | - | -   | - |

And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
And give her less than ev'rything
Around your crooked concious she will wind

[Bridge]
| Am | - | Dm/A | - |
| G  | - | Am   | - |

Cause we're just following

[Pre-Chorus]
| Am | - | Dm/A | - |
| G  | - | E    | - |

The flock round and in between
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were
And we scrambled from the blame

[Chorus]
| Dm/A | - | E | - |
| Dm/A | - | E | - |
| Dm/A | - | E | - |
| Dm/A | - | E | - |

And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn't help but spit 'em out
Around your crooked concious she will wind
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
And give her less than ev'rything
Innocence and arrogance entwined

[Outro]
| Am |

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