Trouble by William Tell


A                                 F#m
She makes me stumble, out of this skin
             C#m                   D
To fight the troubled shakes in my head
                       A
And my heart keeps its hurting
              F#m
Of leaving me behind
          C#m                              D
While the worry she’s bride is stalling my mind


                 A
The trouble I’ve found
                   E
Is not only just in me
                     F#m
But we’ve all got it somehow,
                             D
Somewhere for no one else to see
                         A
Pull yourself up off the ground
                        E
Because we all have our things
                    F#m
And you know that I always,
                       D
Always listen when you speak

To the trouble in me


            A
She has her dreams
                    F#m
In black across her arms
               C#m
She says that she’s off track
                                D
And they remind her of just how far
                 A
And she makes me think
                          F#m
That we don’t know who we are
         C#m                                    D
You just found someone to hold you from falling apart


              A
The trouble I’ve found
                   E
Is not only just in me
                     F#m
But we’ve all got it somehow,
                             D
Somewhere for no one else to see
                         A
Pull yourself up off the ground
                        E
Because we all have our things
                    F#m
And you know that I always,
                       D
Always listen when you speak

To the trouble in me


Bm                     A
And you can’t turn it off
                       
It’s right there in your eyes
Bm                 A
And my room got so small
                
How did you get me right?
Bm              A
And I can be so wrong,
          E
So wrong, now


              A
The trouble I’ve found
                   E
Is not only just in me
                     F#m
But we’ve all got it somehow,
                             D
Somewhere for no one else to see
                         A
Pull yourself up off the ground
                        E
Because we all have our things
                    F#m
And you know that I always,
                       D
Always listen when you speak

To the trouble in me

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