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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