Chords for Father John Misty - Pure Country [Audio]

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It's a comedy of [E] man, and it starts like this.
_ [G#] The law breaks, and we wait to be [C#] fooled by the others.
_ And so nature, _ [A] she defies [C#] this _ _ _ alternative.
_ A woman's [B] thought not [G] to fall in [Em] love [A] with something so _ [E]
helpless.
_ _ _ _ Oh, ladies, [G] have we done [B] enough, [F#m] pretty [E] dears?
Come on, boys!
Oh, _ _ comedy. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now, _ _ _
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_ _ _ actors swing and jive, and from [G#m] there they start to believe
_ They're at the center of everything, _ and [F#m] somehow, _ hopefully,
[A] _ Your doubtless [G#m] _ orders show [B] meaning. _ Oh, _ _ comedy. _ _ _ _ _ _
Their religions are [E] fierce. _
_ [Bm] _ They [E] worship _ themselves, yet [A] they're totally obsessed.
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_ _ [F#m] _ _ Raising [A] zombies, celestial [G#m] _ virgins, magic tricks.
_ These unbelievable life-hacks, they [F#m] get terribly [A] _
upset
When you [G#m] question their sacred [B] text
Written by [E] a woman hating their [B] practice. _ _ _ _ _ _
Their [F#m] language is just certain to [A] confuse them.
_ Their _ _ confusion _ [Am] somehow makes them unsure. _ _ _ _ _
_ They [A] build _ fortunes _ poisoning their offspring _
And _ [C] doubt prices when someone _ baptized you.
[Am] _ [Em] Hey!
_ [Am] When [Em] did [C#m] they find these goons?
They elected [A] you, then. _ _
What makes these [Am] flowers they have to lie so long upon? _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] Rambos up, helping, tone _ -fashioning some new-cow. _
_ _ So they [Am] can't go on being godless as you. _
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comedy.
_ _ _ _ Oh, their religions have [F#m] no choice but to [A] be. _ _ _ _ _ _
Their rites and [G#m] specters forever _ seen.
_ If I was this, the irony, _ [B] their [F#m] idea would be me.
There's [E] a crazy _
[B] group of bullies.
Where they never ever have to leave people [E] for _ the need. _ _ _
If there's something better [A] than them, we can see. _ _ _ _
The only thing that seems [G#m] to make them feel alive
Is a struggle to survive.
The only [F#m] _
thing that they request
Is something [G#m]
to numb the pain [B] _ with.
[G#m] _ Until there's nothing human in there.
_ _ _ [A] Just random, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ suspended in the dark.
_ _ _ Well, I [Am] hate to say _ _ it. _
But each other's only goal.
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Is to be.
Oh, no.
A [A] coward.
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To survive. _ _ _ _ _
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