Switchfoot - Twenty-four

Twenty-four o^Gceans, twenty-four ^Emskies Twenty-four f^Bmailures in twenty-four tr^Cies Twenty-four fin^Gds me in twenty-fourth pl^Emace With twenty-four ^Bmdropouts at the end of the d^Cay

Life is not what I th^Gought it was twenty-four hours ^Emago Still I'm singing Sp^Bmirit take me up in arms with Yo^Cu And I'm not who I th^Gought I was twenty-four hours a^Emgo Still I'm singing Sp^Bmirit take me up in arms with Y^Cou

There's Twenty-four re^Gasons to admit that I'm w^Emrong With all my e^Bmxcuses still twenty-four st^Crong

But see I^G'm not copping out I'm n^Got copping out I'm n^Got copping o^Emut When You're rais^Bming the d^Cead in me

^GOh, oh, I am the second man ^EmOh, oh, I am the second man now ^BmOh, I am the second man ^Cnow

And You're raising these twenty-four voic^Ges With twenty-four hear^Emts With all of my symp^Bmhonies in twenty-four pa^Crts But I want to be o^Gne today Centered and t^Emrue I'm singing Sp^Bmirit take me up in arms with Y^Cou

^GOh, oh, I am the second man ^EmOh, oh, I am the second man now ^BmOh, I am the second man now ^CAnd You're raising the dead in m^Ge, yeah, ^Emyeah ^{Bm C}

I want to see mi^Gracles To see the world c^Emhange I wrestled the a^Bmngel For more than a n^Came For more than a fe^Geling For more than a ca^Emuse I'm singing Sp^Bmirit take me up in arms with Yo^Cu And You're raising the dead in me And You're raising these twenty-four voic^Ges With twenty-four hear^Emts With all of my symp^Bmhonies in twenty-four pa^Crts Life is not what I th^Gought it was twenty-four hours ^Emago Still I'm singing Sp^Bmirit take me up in arms ^C

I^G'm not copping out I^G'm not copping out I^G'm not copping out