Young Lungs chords and lyrics - INTO IT. OVER IT.

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
I've [D]conjured up a [G]plan, as a [Bm]sentimental man,
[E]to [Abdim]des troy [Gm]our things in style[D].
It involves our belongings in a [G]pile, some lighter [Bm]fluid and a smile,
[Abdim]and some [E]mat[Bm]ches w[E]ith "Chi[Abdim]cago" in[Gm]scribed on every stick.[D]
Strangers could see the flames for [G]miles - - from any [Bm]highway or any h[Abdim]ill top[Bm]
- - and we'd [Gm]pass out as the smoke billows and [Bb]spills [Am]in to our yo[D]ung lungs.
With what strength that we'd have [G]left we'd [Bm]save each others final breaths for a [Gm]distressed phone call [D]to 9- 1- 1 and in minutes they'd ar[G]rive,
horri[Bm]fied at what they [Abdim]might find.[Bm]
It'd be [Gm]you and I (and a pile [Bb]of as[Am]hes) [D]ha[Bb]nd[Am][G]
[Gm]in h[Bb]and and [Am]in each oth [Asus4]ers arms.[D]..
But it's [Bm]not that bad.
[Abdim]They revived me [Bm]on the[Gm] scene (and took my [Bb]tem perature a[Gm]nd p[Bm]ulse)[D] and while the hand[Bm]some paramedic gave you mouth- to- mou[Abdim]th,
I bit my [G]tongue in hopes they [Gm]could [Bb]save [Am]your [D]lif[Bb]e.[Am][D][G]
Just [Bb]you and I[Am] (an[Bb]d a pile of [Am]ashes) hand
in [Bb]hand and [Am]in each ot[D]hers arms.
In a week when we look [G]back,
we'll be [Bm]bandaged up, but laugh it off.
[E]You[Bm]r ski[Gm]n might be thicker and my stuff, it might be gone,
[Am]but [Gm]we'll have cramm[Bb]ed every[Am]thing we need in this [D]song.
We'll have [Bb]everything we'd
[Am]need in[Asus4]side this song[G].[D][G]
[D]Jus[Gm]t you[Bb] and I ([Am]and a[Bb] pile of[Am]
ashes) hand in [Bb]hand and [A]in each [D]others arms.