A Song To Pass The Time Chords by Bright Eyes

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There's a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet.
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While her Mexican children kick rocks into.
the street And they laugh in a language I [Em] don't understand.
But I [A] love them, why do I [E] love them?
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So the neighborhood's damning, I smoke on the porch.
Watch the people as they're [B] passing, closed inside their cars.
[E] And on their faces, just anger [B] or disappointment I [E] start wishing there was something I [Em] could.
offer them, a [A] consolation, what could I offer [E] them?
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They are sad in their suburbs, [F#m] robots [E] water the lawn.
And everything they touch gets [B] dusted, spotless And [E] so they start to believe they've not [B] [E] touched.
anything at all And the cars in the driveway only multiply.
They are lost in their houses, I've [F#m] heard [B] them sing in the shower.
[E] Making speeches to their sister on the telephone Saying, you come home, woman, come here.
Don't stay so far away from me [G#m] This weather has me wanting love [E] more tangible.
[Em] Something I [A] can hold, cause it's getting [E] .
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I [F#] say, hold up [E] a fist [Bm] to the flame in [A] the sky [F#m] To block [E] out the light [Bm] that's reaching.
for [A] our eyes Cause it, cause it [E] would blind us.
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Yeah, [E] it would blind .
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I've locked my actions in [B] the grooves of [F#m] routine [E] So I may [G#m] never be free of this [B] apathy.
[E] But I wait for a letter that's [B] coming to me She [G#m] sends me pictures [E] of the ocean in an envelope.
So there still is hope, yes I can be healed There's [B] someone looking for what [E] I've concealed.
In my secret [G#m].
drawer, in my pockets deep You will [B] find the [Em] reasons that I can't sleep.
And you will still want [A] me, oh you still [E] want me, [Em] .
[A] oh you still [E] want me.
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Well I [F#m] said, come for [E] the week, you [Bm] can sleep [A] in my bed.
[F#m] And pass through [E] my [B] life like a [Bm] dream through [A] my head.
It will, it will be [E] easy, [A] I'll make [E] it easy .
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But all I have for the moment [F#m] is a song to pass the time.
[G#m] That melody to keep [Bm] me from worrying.
Or [E] some simple progression [F#] to keep my [E] fingers [F#m] busy.
[E] And words that are sure to come [B] back to me.
And they'll [A] be laughing, and they'll be [E] laughing .
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hope [E] you laugh .
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