American Dreams (Acoustic Version)
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Papa Roach – American Dreams (Acoustic Version)
Simplified Version with Standard Tuning
200 bpm 4/4 Strumming [Crooked Teeth 2017]
Intro (8th Note Strumming)
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Verse 1
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American Dreams… caught on
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fire… We're tearing down the white picket fences…
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A soldier bleeds… and a soldier
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dies have you ever thought that war was a sickness…
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I'm a son of it… Fucked up from it…
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Casualty of my family 'cause of it…
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We dare to dream… or live to
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die… Reunited by the truth at the right time…
Pre Chorus
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Something’s wro-ooo-ng here or so it
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se-eee-ems… ‘cause I’m not slee-eee-ping in American
Chorus
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Dreams… American lies… We’re trying to
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see through the smoke in our eyes… So give me the
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truth… Don’t tell me your lies… ‘cause it’s harder to
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breathe… when you’re buried alive… by American
Interlude 1
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Drea-aaa-ms…
Verse 2
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With every bullet hole… there’s a blood stain…
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Another family that’s struggling to keep sane…
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‘cause their neighborhood… ain’t a safe place…
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Got us all wearing black every Sunday…
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and I’m growing numb… to the violence…
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Sing along to the sounds of the sirens…
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We’re trying to keep…
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ourselves alive but it’s hard to get by when it feels like…
Pre Chorus
* F (F) (F) (F)
Something’s wro-ooo-ng here or so it
F F F F
se-eee-ems… ‘cause I’m not slee-eee-ping in American
Chorus
Dm Dm A# A#
Dreams… American lies… We’re trying to
Dm Dm A# A#
see through the smoke in our eyes… So give me the
Dm Dm A# A#
truth… Don’t tell me your lies… ‘cause it’s harder to
Dm Dm A# A#
breathe… when you’re buried alive… by American
Interlude 2
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Drea-aaa-ms…
Bridge
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We don’t need-ddd no educa-aaa-tion…
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We don’t need-ddd no thought contro-ooo---
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---ooo-ll… ‘cause I’m not slee-eee-ping in American
Chorus
Dm Dm A# A#
Dreams… American lies… We’re trying to
Dm Dm A# A#
see through the smoke in our eyes… So give me the
Dm Dm A# A#
truth… Don’t tell me your lies… ‘cause it’s harder to
Dm Dm A# A#
breathe… when you’re buried alive… by American
Outro (8th Note Strumming)
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by American
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by American dreams…
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