Mat Kearney - Heartbreak Dreamer: Ukulele Chords

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I was turning nineteen, on a cold December night
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Burning like kerosene for nearly half of my life
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And I barely had the GPA to make it out of Eugene
                     B
You can blame it on me with the
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ADHD while I'm falling asleep during the SATs

         D#m
And as I pack my bags and headed to a foreign land
F#
One way ticket on a one way plan
B
Lay my head down alone each night
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The same devil's calling in and that same old fight
D#m
Cause this one's for middle sons living
in the middle of
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Where they coming from and a halfway rush of blood

This one's for those first prayers to heaven
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on a road that seems never ending

Chorus:
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For all the heartbreak dreamers waiting for
     F#
the light
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Looking for just one reason to get through
     F#
the night
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Every long lost believer caught in the fight
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All the heartbreak dreamers
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We're gonna be alright

Everybody sing

And I was turning twenty five in a city that
don't sleep
Was feeling only half alive to the dreams that
I keep
And I kept on waiting
Wondering if she's waiting for me
You burning down Main on a quarter tank of pain
Wearing the soles off your feet
And you've been waiting and praying for
the right one to come
Watch the rise and the falling of another
setting sun
Nobody seems quite good enough for you
except the wrong one you keep running back to
So this one's for Mike still waiting for his wife
This one's for grandma losing the love of her life
This one's for those first prayers to heaven
on a road that seems never ending

Chorus

And this one right here ah, this is for
the fat girls
This one is uh, is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps,
for the childhood bullies who tormented them
To the former prom queen and to
the milk crate ball players
For the nighttime cereal eaters
and for the retired elderly
Wal-Mart store front door greeters
Shake the dust
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon
For the bus driver's driving
a million broken hymns
To the men who have to hold down
three jobs simply to hold up their children
For the nighttime schoolers and
for the midnight bike riders trying to fly
Shake the dust
This is for the two year olds
who cannot be understood because
they speak half English and half God
Shake the dust
For the boys with the beautiful beautiful sisters
Shake the dust
For the girls with those brothers
who are going crazy
Those gym class wallflowers and
the twelve year-old afraid of taking public showers
For the kid who is always late
to class and forgets the combination to his lockers
And the girl who loved somebody else
Shake the dust
This is for the hard men who want
love but know that it won't come
For the one's amendments do not stand up for
For the ones who are forgotten
For the ones who are told to speak
only when you are spoken to
And then they are never spoken to speak (La la...)
Every time you stand so you do not forget yourself
Do not let one moment go by that
doesn't remind you that your heart
beats hundred thousand times a day
And that they have gallons of
blood making every one is an Oceans