Em Bm It doesn't make a difference how you spin it F# You're still spinning 'round for free Em Bm With all your brilliance and good decisions F# You still end up crying to sleep Em Bm By the TV, to the floor, to the kitchen F# Waking up in a new position Em Bm And you see me, will you stop? Will you listen? F# Don't call me unforgivin’
Em Bm F# It doesn't make a difference if you start kissing me Em Bm F# No, it doesn't make a difference if you stop kissing me Em Bm F# You might as well kill me, might as well kill me Em Bm F# You might as well kill me, might as well empty me into the street Em Bm F# To the lights in the citizen To the nights in the fever dreams To the cries in the taxi, it'll be alright To your friends and the good guys To the nines and the alibis To the drinks and the free rides To the lies and the party drugs Face down in the kitchen rug Wondering how to cut off my tongue To the nights when we're too young Too dumb, too in love To push the no out of our lungs Interlude: So here's to the knights And here's to the dreamers Here's to the chivalry dying and the non-believers To the gold age of pimping the weakest You get a gold star if you know how to be decent And here's to the girl I was before I met you Not a notch, or a flame, or a goddamn virtue To the knights and the arms, they didn't mean no harm 'Til they did, 'til they did, so they did, and they did
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