Give It Up by Format

Intro
G, Eb, Bb, F, G, Eb, F, Bb

Bb                                   F                          Bb
Well I made my way back down to the valley right on past eighty-third 
                              F
Street. That’s where we once belonged, but I’m gone I swear I’m long gone.

Chorus 
G          Eb             Bb          F       G                   Bb
So give it up, throw your hats in the air and change just as they land
                Bb                                    Eb
You’re saying, “We’ll get out of here.” But something tells me that
           F               G, Eb, F, Bb
You’re too scared to go.

Bb                                 F
So the stairs that you could climb are the ones you've left behind and 
     Bb                                   F           Bb
Your eyes light up when we talk about the past. God I miss the songs we 
                     F
Used to sing talking like getting away would be the greatest thing. 
     Bb                                            F
Well me, I got out and you just kept singing to me like it’s really

gonna set this free.

Chorus 
G          Eb             Bb          F       G                   Bb
So give it up, throw your hats in the air and change just as they land
                Bb                                    Eb
You’re saying, “We’ll get out of here.” But something tells me that
           F                                          F
You’re too scared; something tells me that you’re too scared to go.
G, Eb, F, Bb

Solo
G, Eb, Bb, F x4

Bb                            F      
 Like a ghost, you've been haunting all these dusty old roads
    Bb                                F
And old homes, the ones we swore we'd never go. We’ll never go
   Bb                                       F
So Joe, oh I’ve seen him around and there's Adam he's afraid to go out
       Bb                                    F
I dont blame him. I just wanted to go out to eat
             Bb                                         F
Then there's Mark, goddamn, I wish him the best we were kids back then
                            Bb                                       F
As if we could progress and Sometimes I, I just can’t sleep thinking of 

Everything we could have been so

Chorus x2 
G          Eb             Bb          F
So give it up, throw your hats in the air
    G                   Eb                Bb         F
And change just as they land your saying "we'll get out of here"
G               Eb            Bb        F          G, Eb, F, Bb
But something tells me that you’re to scared to go


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