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[Intro] Gm [Verse 1]
Cut it Gmout Your self-inflicted painEb Is getting too routinBbe The crowds are catching Dmon To the self-inflicted soGmng Well, here we go agaiEmn The art of acting weaBbk Fall in love to faiDml To boost your CD Gmsales GmAnd that CD sells (Yeah, what a hit) GmYou've got to repeat it GmYou gotta' sink to swim IGmf at first you don't succeed You gotta D/Arecreate your misery Cause we all Bbknow art is hard Young D/Cartists have gotta starve GmTry, and fail, and try again The D/Acomforts of repetition Keep Bbchurning out those hits 'Til it's D/Aall the same old shit
Gm [Verse 2]
Oh, a second verse!Gm Well, color me fatiguedEb I'm hiding in the leavesBb In the CD jacket sleevesDm Tired of enteGmrtaining Some double-dipped meanEbing A soft serve analogBby This drunken angry slDmur In thirty-one flavorsGm GmYou gotta' sink, gotta sink GmGotta sink to swim GmImmerse yourself in rejection GmRegurgitate some sorry tale GmAbout a boy who sells his love affairs GmYou gotta' fake, fake, fake the pain GmYou better make, make, make it sting GmYou're gonna' break, break, break a leg GmWhen you get on stage GmAnd they scream your name
Gm D/A Bb D/C ("Oh, Cursive is so cool!") [Outro] ("Oh, Cursive is so cool!")
You gotta' Gmsink, gotta sink Gotta sink to swim D/AImpersonate greater persons Cause we Bball know art is hard When we D/Cdon't know who we are
Gm D/A Bb D/C (x2) Gm/D