Luxury Letdown (feat. Dropout Kings) Chords

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[Eb] _ _ _ So, _ we're gonna split [Abm] the world, we're sick and happy now
[Em] Yeah, you'll find [N] how hard reality is
_ So, _ you've gotta figure out, we're sick and happy now
You'll find how hard reality is
Stop the mischief, that's my last word in front of you _ _ _
Now I'm [Eb] headed up with all this space
But what I'm up against, we're trying to [Bb] stay sharp
[E] So, you've gotta figure out, we're sick and [Gm] happy [Db] now
[Gm] You'll find how hard reality is
_ [N] Lost the best, and there's no great odds
It's not [B] good enough, so fuck the [N] world, we're on the run
The party's lit, and my chance to win
Put my money, bitch, make it to the front
Where's the line, move the head
[Eb] So, fuck your [Gb] shit, face [E] it and you'll see it
Bring my fucking lungs and [Eb] say it [E] right
Where's the line, you know I'm the man
Oh, [Ebm] you think you're up to [F] you
Oh, you think [G] you're up to you _
[N] Oh, you think you're up to you
You must really know that if you can't save
Go and [G] let it spin out your [Eb] mouth
They don't wanna see how
So, I'm the one to make sure all's okay
Your career is my style
You've gotta figure out, we're sick and happy now
[Gm] You'll find how hard reality is
[Eb] Swallow the bitterness
I'm on my best belief, rest your [N] face
You're my slave
_ My place is this finally run out
So, lead off, take my skin as payment
Hey, you _ _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ [Gbm] can finally [N] run out
You _ [Gb] can [G] finally run out
_ _ [Gb] Hey, burn [Eb] this all out
[Em] _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [G] _
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_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You've gotta figure it out
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_ _ _ You've gotta figure it out
You think you're happy now, you'll find you're _
So, _ you've gotta figure it out
You think you're happy now, you'll find how hard [G]
reality [Gm] is _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Nothing just feels so [D] _ wrong
It ain't _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [Gm] _ _ so _ _ [Bb]
nice
[Gb] Someone said it [D] always _ so
You're [Gm] not what I'm looking for
[N] So, let it _ out _
I'm the one, my place [Gb] is this finally [Gm] run out
[Eb] Stuck your [N] shoe in my pink gut
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[E] _ _ [N] _ _ _ [E] You can run out to no [Eb] good side
This is how [N] you shit, taste it, [Eb] it must be
All my fucking friends have [F] said it right
With the lies, [E] you know I was a fucking stupid fool
You can [Eb] bodybag me as punk
To the fucking phenomenal bass
[N] I gave all your attitude
I was a stupid in [Eb] the space
[E] To the headbands, neck and [Eb] chest
To the makers, we whizzed out of labels
For [Em] speeding, riding through
Cut off by your [Eb] dreams _ _ _ _ _ _
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