Intro: E Verse 1: E A E I'm so tired of the beautiful people, I'm so tired of the elegant games E B I'm so tired of being normal and treated strange A E A E I don't need the late night parties or their plastic, perfect world A B E Where only the graves are real
Chorus: F#m A Where are my true friends, where did they go? F#m A B Where are my true friends, where did they go? E F#m A E Goddamn, all of my fake friends E B The ones who cling to me like I'm a star A E A F#m Everyone's your best friend when you're closing down the bars A B E F#m A E God bless the ones who really are Verse 2: E A E I'm so tired of making bargains, I'm so tired of cutting deals E B I'm so tired of working harder at spinning wheels A E A E Then I woke in someone's vision with a pile of day-old dread A B E And only the graves were real Chorus: F#m A Where are my true friends, where did they go? F#m A B Where are my true friends, where did they go? E F#m A E Goddamn, all of my fake friends E B The ones who cling to me like I'm a star A E A F#m Everyone's your best friend when you're closing down the bars A B E F#m God bless the ones who really are A B E F#m A E God bless the ones who really are Verse 3: E A E I'm so tired of sittin' politely, I'm so tired of fakin' a smile B I'm so tired of delusional people livin' in denial A E A E I don't need the addicts and pushers even though they're runnin' the whole damn thing A B E And only the graves are real Chorus: F#m A Where are my true friends, where did they go? F#m A B Where are my true friends, where did they go? E F#m A E Goddamn, all of my fake friends E B The ones who cling to me like I'm a star A E A F#m Everyone's your best friend when you're closing down the bars A B E F#m But God bless the ones who really are A B E F#m God bless the ones who really are A B E F#m A E This is a song for those who really are
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