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E G# C# A
I don't belong, singing these anthems.
E G# C# A
This fever is cunning. Deadly, it's running
E G# B
straight for the exit,
F# G# A G# F#
detoured through my veins.
E G# C# A
Telling me to "Get the Fuck Out".
E G# C# A
I don't recall how it all started.
E G# C# A
I tripped on a bass line. Now my guitar screams
E G# B
loud about living,
F# G# A G# F#
loud about love,
E B
loud about loathing myself.
E A B
When all is said and done.
E A B
When all we've said, we've done.
E G# C# A
I've howled at the moon. Been sick by the sunrise.
E G# C# A
I've taken abuse from those who have no right
E G# B
conducting the violins
F# G# A G# F#
playing my song.
E G# C# A
Woah-oh oh, woah-oh oh
E G# C# A
Thee things that I choose require opinion.
E G# C# A
Demand satisfaction and commercial reaction.
E G# B
I'll just keep on moving
F# G# A G# F#
losing every thread.
E B
Tied to the place I call home.
*Play E on the 7th fret of the A string for the breakdown.*
E7 A
We are the brand new beatniks.
B
We are the down and outers.
A
We are the bleeding hearts, bleeding syncopated, broken rythm.
E7 A
Our speed is often break neck.
B
Just need to slow it down some.
A E7
Tired of being sleepless. Tired of being broken.
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