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TALK ABOUT - Dear and the Headlights Tabbed by:HoldMeLoveMe Tuning:Standard-- Capo on 6th Fret Intro/Riff e|------------|----------|-----------|----------| B|------------|----------|-----------|----------| G|------------|----------|-----------|----------| D|------2/----|----------|------0----|----------| A|----0-------|----------|----2------|----------| E|--1---------|----------|--3--------|----------|
You're like a cConstant crowding consonant I'm a cEmlaustrophobic; I, I said We're as cDmomfortable as wool warming naked indifference Thank GGod your words have come to rescue me from my sentence You're like a Ctwo stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor EmYou're the eulogy I can't avoid anymore That Dmtumor in my side celebrating malignance: &quoGt;Surprise! I'm moving in; I think I've grown on your parents"
*Riff* You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling *Riff continued* I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting
And they're cChecking my pulse, trying to make a decision I've got those Crolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision You're like a kDmnock at the door in the middle of dinner From the fGriendly registered sex offender All eqCuipped with a mustache and a windowless van You're telling Dmme how much you've changed I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come Gin
I'm like your nCeighbor's hands on your father's throat: "SweetEmie, you go back inside, see this is just for adults" So aDmdult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim Each tGumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum You say I'm your Cbackpack caught on a chain link fence But dear IEm'm a thank you card in the future tense I'm jDmumping out of cakes serving divorce papers I'd sGay I love you too but I'm all out of favors
*Riff* You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling *Riff continued* Like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning
You keep forCgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps My eyes, they oCnly know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?" And I would wDmalk you home if I could find my crutches Probably Glisten more if you didn't talk so much Why don't you sChow yourself out HoDmw can you cry now, this whole thing's been such a drought! AGlright!
DmLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-dee-da-da GLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-da (Repeat X4)
DmYou want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling GYou're a phone call home after eight long seasons DmThere's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething GSaid the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you're leaving I'm not cCertain it's the smog, more just the constant grieving But first you're Cdropping off the kid, sticking me with the feeding I said, Dmoh God damn it you're so mean You say I'll Glose the Christian crowd if I say things like these But I've aClready lost them, I couldn't care less I guess my pDmath, it just got wide, so I'll just wish you all my narrow best I guess that's iGt
Outro: C Em D# Dm G (Repeat, end on C)