Anarbor - Passion for publication

It's the c^Aalming before the storm Al^Ecohol sits ni^Bcely in your stomach warm When you w^Aake up hungover Yo^Eu wish you we^Bre sober

I da^Ance with the devil and dream with the demons^E Fell asleep with d^Beath and fell short of breath ^A When you wake up hungover^E You wish ^Byou were sober

^AJust be pretty but naive ^EAnything you hear is w^Bhat you believe ^ALet the rhyme get stuck in your head ^BWish you had und^C#mressed me ^Bin your^A head

It's the l^Aow before the high ^EIt's been so long y^Bou thought you would die And when you w^Aake up hungover ^EYou wish you^B were sober ^A

^EAnd I'll be counting the days^B that the sun goes^A past With the cl^Eouds be^Bneath my feet

^AJust be pretty but naive ^EAnything you hear is w^Bhat you believe ^ALet the rhyme get stuck in your head ^BWish you had und^C#mressed me ^Bin your b^C#med ^{A B}

Cause we were falling ap^C#mart ^{A B} Built to crumble from the^C#m start^{A B} I'm a cold metal machine^C#m and I'll^A do things you never se^Be

^AJust be pretty but naive ^EAnything you hear is w^Bhat you believe ^ALet the rhyme get stuck in your head ^EWish you had und^Bressed me in your...

^AJust be pretty but naive ^EAnything you hear is w^Bhat you believe ^ALet the rhyme get stuck in your head ^BWish you had und^C#mressed me ^Bin your b^C#med ^{A B}

Cause we were falling ap^C#mart ^{A B} Built to crumble from the^C#m start^{A B} I'm a cold metal machine^C#m and I'll^A do things you ne^Bver see ^A

And what they don't te^Ell you in ch^Burch is ^A Saints are s^Binn^C#mers t^Boo ^A