Turnstiles Chords by The Lawrence Arms

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[Bb] In the light [Ab] of this match, [Bb] I [Ab] could burn this [Gb] place to [Ab] the ground.
[Bb] Then fire [Ab] [Bbm] engines scream, down [Ab] crowded streets [Gb] onto the scene.
But then I'd make it [Bb] rain, and know [Dbm] myself and never [Gb] say a thing.
I'm mad about [Ab] an anger, [Bb] sad [Ab] with confusion, [Gb] not [Ab] so emphatically.
[Bb] Sad [Ab] with no [Db] sympathy, I [Eb] must always [F] remember, [Db] _ _
[Dbm] there's [Ab] no point to [F] surrender.
[Gb] _ [Db] _
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[Bb] No [Db] more smiles, [Bb] _ _ [Ab] revolving [Eb] like the styles.
[Bb] No more [Ab] [Bbm] deliberation, _ _ analytical [Gb] creation.
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[Gb] See [Ab] I'm incapable [Bb] of [Ab] refreshing [Gb] this.
This is a [Ab] little [Bb] purist, [Ab] mud intention.
[Gb] _ [Ab] That's not an honesty, [Bbm] someone [Ab] come and [F] save me.
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[Bb] _ [Db] I'm dying to tell [Ab] you, _ [Gb] this kills me forever, [Db] it was [Gb] already _ dead.
[Ab] _ [Db] I'm dying to tell [Ab] you, [Gb] this kills us forever, [Db] we were [Gb] already _ dead.
[Bb] And [Ab] I'm [Gb] just [Db] fine. _
[Bbm] _ [Db] I'll be chosen, [Ab] but [Gb] I'm dying, [Bbm] this grows [Ab] so _ [Gb] hostile. _ _
[Bb] I've [Ab] been revolving [Gb] like the styles. _
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