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I've tried to ammend this from the tab that was already there to make it easier to sing and play. I think the other one is probably technically correct but I just wanted it to be more and simple, since bright eyes is more about the lyrics anyways. E---2--------2-------3--------2------2------0-| B---2--------2-------0--------0------1------1-| G---0--------0-------0--------0------2------2-| D---0--------0-------3--------2------0------0-| A---2--------x-------x--------x------x------x-| E---3--------2-------1--------x------x------x-| G G/F# Fsus2/F Bsus4/E D7 D7sus2 G F#/G There's a voice on the phone Fsus2/F Telling what had happened Bsus4/E Some kind of confusion
More like a disD7aster D7sus2 G G/F# Fsus2/F And it wondered how you were left unaffected Bsus4/E But you had no knowledge No, the chemicals D7covered yD7sus2ou
(Pattern Repeats) And so a jury was formed As more liquor was poured No need for conviction They're not thirsting for justice But slept with the lies I keep inside my head I found out I was guilty I found out I was guilty But I won't be around for the sentencing Because I'm leaving On the next airplane
And though I Cknow that my Dactions are Gimpossible to Bmjustify They seem Cadequate to Dfill up my Gtime And if I could Ctalk to myDself like I Bmwas someone Emelse Then Cmaybe I could Dtake your aGdvice Bm Em And I wouldn'tC act like such an aDsshole all the time
(Verse Pattern Again) There's a film on the wall Makes the people look small Who are sitting beside it All consumed in the drama They must return to their lives Once the hero has died They will drive to the office Stopping somewhere for coffee Where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene Dispensing their wisdom Oh, dear amateur orator They will detail their pain In some standard refrain They will recite their sadness Like it's some kind of contest Bridge:
Well, if it F#is I think I am Bmwinning it All beaming with Gconfidence As I Asus2make my final lap The gold medal F#gleams So hang it Bmaround my neck Because I am Gdeserving it The champion of Asusidiots
But a Ckid carries his DWalkman on that lGong bus ride to BmOmaha I know a Cgirl who cries when she Dpractices Gviolin Because each nCote sounds so Dpure, it just Bmcuts into Emher And then the Cmelody comes Dpouring out her Geyes Bm Em Now to Cme, everything eDlse, it just sounds like a lie