Kite

U2

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Intro: | E A | (2 times)

E        A            E   A
Something is about to give
               E     A                        E   A
I can feel it coming, I think I know what it is
                  E   A                  E   A
I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to live
             E           A                          E   A
And when I'm flat on my back, I hope to feel like I did

     A                                     C#m                      A
And hardness, it sets in, you need some protection, the thinner the skin
E              A         C#m                  A
 I want you to know that you don't need me anymore
E              A                   C#m                   A
 I want you to know you don't need anyone or anything at all

E
Who's to say where the wind will take you?
B
Who's to say what it is will break you?
A
I don't know which way the wind will blow
E
Who's to know when the time has come around?
B                        A                              E
 Don't want to see you cry. I know that this is not goodbye

| E A | (4 times)

   E                      A
In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
          E                      A
There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
  E                   A
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
    E                           A
You wonder what has happened to me

Guitar solo: | A | A | C#m | A |

      E   B          A
I'm a man, I'm not a child
  E       B        A 
A man who sees the shadow behind your eyes

E
Who's to say where the wind will take you?
B
Who's to say what it is will break you?
A
I don't know where the wind will blow
E
Who's to know when the time has come around?
B                          A                              E    A   E   A
 I don't want to see you cry. I know that this is not goodbye

      E        A                       E       A
Did I waste it? Not so much I couldn't taste it
               E        A                E       A
Life should be fragrant, roof top to the basement
                E           A                       E       A
The last of the rocks stars, when hip hop drove the big cars
                     E    A             E    A
In the time when new media was the big idea
                  E   A   E   A   E
That was the big idea