Verse 1: D I’d be lying if I didn’t say Em Fortune's wheel’s just for show F#m In this brutal turning Em Nothing changes the slow grind away D Fancy language dies Em And everyone’s happy to see her go F#m Em Everyone’s happy to strike for more pain
Refrain: Em Happy to strike for more pain Happy to strike Verse 2: D I’d be lying if I didn’t say Em Fortune's wheel’s just for show F#m In this brutal turning Em Nothing changes the cold light of day D Fancy language dies Em And everyone’s happy to see her go F#m Em A snow angel’s a ******* idiot somebody made Refrain: Em A ******* idiot someone made in the snow Verse 3: E G Then you look up by chance from the disco dance A You’re doing into the light of the moon F#m It’s June and you’v? been proved G D Yes, you are r newed G D Yes, you are renewed Em I think it’s you D Em F#m Em D Em D I think it’s you D Em F#m Em D Em D I think it’s you D Em F#m Em D Em D I think it’s you D Em F#m Em D Em I think it’s you Em Oh Aggie, your beating heart was a carriage made of gold How the arithmetic of this guitar melts your heart is beyond me And when I say beyond me I mean beyond me Love ya I barely know you, it goes to show Who really knows what love is? The branches, the breeze, the roiling seas None of it seems worth mentioning Bm And I’m in the process of figuring it out A Even if it’s elementary Em A scrapyard angel, wings of brass Bm Ash, a river called trash A And speaking of lifelike, this is what life’s like Em You thread the needle, then the needle's dry You thread the needle, then the needle's dry Bm A And think to himself Em Go off like a, go off like a, go off like a, go off like a Go off like a hydrogen bomb Bm A But I do radiate a certain glow Em It flutters and fades, a Ferris wheel on the run from the snow Bm A Em You have to look at it from all angles Says the cubist judge from cubist jail Bm A The sky glows, the heat is unbearable Em Parrot weather Bm A Em My decision is final, a crazy game I traded the moonlight for the morning dew Bm I know dusk when I see one A I know rust when I see it Em You come out swinging but you go down swinging too Bm You pay good money for a million dollar view Flipping the pages of Chatelaine The rude empiricism of every troubled loser Quote, unquote, unquote Em A moment alone please A moment alone please A moment alone please With this, with this With this rhapsody With this rhapsody Vital information from where I’m standing Low-born Madonna With their typewriters in the rain Clacking their misfortune, speech, speech A figure of light’s trapped inside it How’s it France? Where’d you go? And while we’re on the subject of psychotic passwords Honing in on nothing everybody wants her Oh **** I feel like a discovery someone once saw On a clear day Dump him
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