Intro 1
G C G C G C D G C G C G C D
Verso 1
G
As I step
C G D
to the edge on the shadow of a doubt
G C G D
With my conscience beatin'
G C
Like the pulse of a drum that
G D
hammers on and on
C D G D
'Til I reach the break of day
G C
When the sun beats down
G D
on the halfway house
G C G D
Has my conscience beatin'
G C G D
The sound in my ear, the will to persevere
C D G
As I reach the break of day
Verso 2
Em G
When you lost all hope and excuses
D
And the cheapskates and
G
the losers
Em G
Nothing's left to cling onto
C D
Gotta hold on,
G C
hold on to yourself
G C G
Verso 3
D
G C G D
A cry of hope (hope), plea for peace
G C G
And my conscience beatin'
D G C
It's not what I want,
G D
for it's all that I need
C D G
To reach the break of day
D G C
So I run to the edge on
G D
the shadow of a doubt
G C G D
With my conscience bleedin'
G C
Here lies the truth,
G D
the lost treasures of my youth
C D G
As I hold to the break of day
Verso 4
Em G
When you lost all hope and excuses
D
And the cheapskates and
G
the losers
Em G
Nothing's left to cling onto
C D C G C
Gotta hold on, hold on to yourself
Interludio 1
G C G C D G C G D G C G
D G C G D C D G D G C G D G C
G D G C G D C D G
Verso 5
Em G
When you lost all hope and excuses
D
And the cheapskates and
G
the losers
Em G
Nothing's left to cling onto
C D
Gotta hold on
C D
Gotta hold on
C D C
Hold on, hold on to yourself
Final 1
G C G C G C D
As I stepped to the edge on the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on
'Til I reach the break of day
When the sun beats down on the halfway house
Has my conscience beating
The sound in my ear, the will to persevere
As I reach the break of day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta hold on, hold on to yourself
A cry of hope, a plea for peace
And my conscience beating
It's not what I want, for it's all that I need
To reach the break of day
So I run to the edge on the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth, the lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta to hold on, hold on to yourself
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on
Gotta to hold on
Hold on, hold on to yourself
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Green Day · 2000 · Track 8