The Sound Program

F                                Am
I thought I saw a man brought to life
                                        Bb    
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified

He showed me what it was to cry
F                               Am
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
                                                Bb
You don't seem to know, seem to care, what your heart is for

But I don't know him anymore

Dm
There's nothing where he use to lie
C
My conversation has run dry
Am
That's what's going on...
C
Nothing's fine
    F
I'm torn

F              C                    Dm
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
                  Bb7                        F  
I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor
               C                      Dm
Illusion never changed into something real
                  Bb7                           F
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
                C                 Dm  C  Bb7
You're a little late, I'm already torn

F                               Am
So I guess the fortune teller's right 
                                                    Bb7
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light

But you crawl beneath my veins and now

Dm       
I don't care, I have no luck
C
I don't miss it all that much
Am
There's just so many things
C
That I can't touch 
    F
I'm torn

F              C                    Dm
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
                  Bb7                        F  
I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor
               C                      Dm
Illusion never changed into something real
                   Bb7                          F
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
                C                 Dm  C  Bb7
You're a little late, I'm already torn

Dm
There's nothing where he use to lie
C
My conversation has run dry
Am
That's what's going on...
C
Nothing's fine
    F
I'm torn

F              C                    Dm
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
                  Bb7                        F  
I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor
               C                      Dm
Illusion never changed into something real
                   Bb7                          F
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
               C                    Dm
I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel
                  Bb7                             F
I'm cold and I am shamed, bound and broken on the floor
                C                 Dm  C  Bb7
You're a little late, I'm already torn

Dm        C
Torn...        Ohhhh...

Outro/Solo

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You're the One that I Want
Grease feat. Olivia Newton John and John Tr

(Video)

Intro: | Am |
Verse: | Am | Am | F | C | E | Am | Am | Am | C | Em | Am | F | C | Em | Am | F |
Chorus: | C | C F | C | C F | C | C F | G | G |

Am                     Am
I got chills they're multiplyin'
        F         C
And I'm losin' control
           E               Am
'Cause the power you're supplying
                   Am
It's electrifying

C             Em        Am
You better shape up 'cause I need a man
                       F
And my heart is set on you
                 C               Em         Am
You better shape up, you better understand
                          F
To my heart I must be true
                      F
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do