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Intro: F#m D F#m E F#m A E D F#m Bm D F#m F#m Bm D F#m Verse: F#m Bm Once upon a time there was a princess man D F#m He had the special powers of the checkout scan F#m Bm He could price out any product from the UPCs D F#m But he couldn't see the forest for the symmetries
F#m Bm A perfect paranoia now engulfs my pets D F#m That I'm using them as simple social safety nets F#m Bm I wish this loneliness upon myself, I'm told D F#m Cause both puppy chow and vengeance are a dish served cold Chorus: F#m D Meeting with the neighbor traps you in a chat F#m E The dog is kind of bored until she lays down flat F#m A E I just walk out and wander like a floating bag D And a city dog can always get a hearty wag Verse: F#m Bm So face it, you can't win, who has to try this hard? D F#m I guess the ace that's in my sleeve is just a pity card F#m Bm But I know I rod e a camel from this camera shot D F#m And I must've had some sexy times that I forgot F#m Bm I wait to fall in love, I wait to see Brazil D F#m I wait to see if plants survive my windowsill F#m Bm I wait to see the Northern lights I always missed D F#m Like chicken breast, it's piled in my bucket list Chorus: F#m D But with laughter and with pain that's a broken heart F#m E When happy ever after is the way it starts F#m A E But if there's potholes in the rock and roll I tell D At least it's still a pothole on the road to hell Verse: F#m Bm Avenue A was once enthused I guess D F#m In retrospect compared to all this plywood mess F#m Bm Like a dog sits in depression touching chin to floor D F#m No one with a job has got the dough no more F#m Bm Now he's packing heat and gigging in Shanghai D F#m And no one knows he's secretly a famous guy F#m Bm An everlasting fire burns among the cancer smoke D F#m Like a journalist still asking "what is antifolk?" Bridge: Bm F#m Anyone can catalogue the reasons here Bm F#m Any rationale can be a thing I think Bm F#m Any word of welcome can be sweet and clear D C#m With a hidden scammy virus in the hyperlink Verse: F#m Bm But tell us little stories till we feel more good D F#m Tell us little stories just like Hollywood F#m Bm Tell us little stories so the hours pass D F#m As we row to reach the island of the middle class
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