Bright Eyes - False advertising
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This is just a corrected more complete version of the one posted before this.
On a Cstring I was C7held the way I mAmove, can you tFell?
My actFions are orchestratedF from above C
So I Cswing and I sC7way wave my handAms kick my legsF
And it'Fs always right Fwith the music C
(Until all that swinging starts to make you sick)
For aC song I was bC7ought, now I lieAm when I talk F
With aF careful eye on the cFue card C
Onto Ca stage, I waC7s pushed with myAm sorrow well rFehearsed
So giveF me all your piFty and your money Cnow, all of it
(We used to think that sound was something pure)
CIf I could act likC7e this was my real lifeAm and not some cage where I've Fbeen placed C
Then, I cC7ould tell you the truth like I usedAm to and not be afraid of soundiFng fake C
FNow all that anyone's listening for are theF mistakes C
(I'm sorry!)No it's okay, it's okay. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3!
In a Chouse, by mysC7elf, I hear the Amice start to mFelt
And waFtch rooftops weep forF the sunlight C
And IC know what muC7st change, fuck Ammy face, fuck Fmy name
They arFe brief and falFse advertisements C
For aC soul I don'tC7 have something Amtrue I have laFcked
And spFent my whole life tryFing to make up for C
But IC found in a sC7ong and in the pAmeople I love F
They wiFll lift me up oFut of darkness C
Now mCy door it staC7nds open Am F
I am iFnviting everyone in F C
We'reC laugh we're C7drink until the Ammorning comes F
That isF what we are goFnna do! C