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F _ _
C# _ .
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Em _
N _ _ _ _ .
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F _ _ .
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G _ _ _ _ _ .
Have a
N super wonderful day.
Thank you.
_ _ .
Hold _ _
D on, folks.
G Don't put your things away just yet.
We're going to have a little group meeting.
By the way, I want to thank you all for
Gm that pay cut you took last week.
That was
E very sweet of you.
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B I don't want to
Dm say that we're having an audit, but the
E IRS is
F visiting us
A Monday
Dm to take.
a look at our files and our records.
Long story short, you are all coming in tomorrow
C to help make the books
Gm look right.
I
G want you and Kellan to
C stay late tonight to make sure
Dm everything's ready for the second quarter.
For the rest of you, I will see you here tomorrow morning, right?.
Early.
G Team spirit.
Yes.
_
F Milk does the body good.
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Bm _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _
B _
F# _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
B Damn it, she'll pop
Bm up that
B surface.
I'll be
Bm number one in the party.
A# _ I'll shout out my drink bottle.
_
C# And
Bm I say, rap for the prosper, rap for the wealthy.
Rap for the drink that's mixed with
A#m Noah's
Gm salt.
F# Love,
E fight,
F# die, rise.
_ _
G Don't you push me for the last time.
This way we tell
A there's nothing left.
We're supposed to go back.
There ain't
G any more.
That's all there is.
No fucking, fucking more.
_
A _ _ _ .
Bm Because you know there's enough of what we're doing.
You saw me think about it well.
G _ _ .
Now I don't want to feel a
Em thing anymore.
_ .
I'm tired of begging for the things I
F# don't want.
I'm oversleeping like a
Bm dog on the floor.
_ .
_ _ _
B _ _
C# _ _ _ .
B _
C# _ _
A# _ _ The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a
Bm lot of pain.
A chance for throwing up.
You're best at drama
B queen.
C# You make me sick.
I
B make you
C# worse by taking
G _ _ _ .
away.
_ _
A We're supposed to go back.
There ain't
G any more.
That's all there is.
No fucking, _ _ _
A _ _ _ .
fucking more.
Because you know there's
Bm enough of what we're doing.
You saw me think about it well.
G _ Now I don't want to feel a thing
Em anymore.
_ .
I'm tired of begging for the things
F# that I want.
I'm oversleeping like a dog
Bm on the floor.
Imagine living like a king
G someday.
A single night without a ghost
E in the
Em walls.
And if the face shakes, the earth lies
F# to ground.
We'll start a
G# new revolution.
B No!
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
All right, here
Bm we go.
_ Hail Mary, forgive
C# me.
Blood, spurt, flood, heart's
Bm beating.
God!
_ .
_ _ _ _
C# _ _ _ _ .
_ _
B _ _ _ _ _ _ .
D _
B _ _
C# _
D _
F _ _
C# _ .
D _
F _ _ _
B _ _ _
Bm _ .
_ _ _ _ _
F _ _
B _ .
C# _
F _ _ _
F# _ _
B Because it's all
F# the same.
You say
F you're mad.
It's
F# all the same.
F _ _
F# _
Bm You're mad.
_ _ .
_ _ You're mad.
F# You're mad.
Sorry I used your tears to wash
F your lies in
F# your eyes.
B _ .
D# You saw me think
G about it well.
_ _ .
Now
E I don't want to feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the
F# things that I want.
E I'm oversleeping like a dog
Bm on the floor.
Imagine living like a king
G someday.
A single night without a ghost
Em in the walls.
_ _ .
And if the shadow screams, take
F# us now.
We'd rather
D# die than live to rest
B on the ground.
_ .