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Capo: 6 Tuning: G C E A
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 cFonstant crowding consonant I'm a cAmlaustrophobic; I, I said We're as cGmomfortable as wool warming naked indifference Thank CGod your words have come to rescue me from my sentence You're like a Ftwo stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor AmYou're the eulogy I can't avoid anymore That Gmtumor in my side celebrating malignance: "SurCprise! 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 cFhecking my pulse, trying to make a decision I've got those Frolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision You're like a kGmnock at the door in the middle of dinner From the fCriendly registered sex offender All eqFuipped with a mustache and a windowless van You're telling Gmme how much you've changed I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come Cin
I'm like your nFeighbor's hands on your father's throat: "Sweetie, yAmou go back inside, see this is just for adults" So aGmdult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim Each tCumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum You say I'm your Fbackpack caught on a chain link fence But dear IAm'm a thank you card in the future tense I'm jGmumping out of cakes serving divorce papers I'd sCay 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 forFgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps My eyes, they oFnly know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?" And I would wGmalk you home if I could find my crutches Probably Clisten more if you didn't talk so much Why don't you sFhow yourself out HoGmw can you cry now, this whole thing's been such a drought! AClright!
GmLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-dee-da-da CLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-da (Repeat X4)
GmYou want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling CYou're a phone call home after eight long seasons GmThere's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething CSaid the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you're leaving I'm not cFertain it's the smog, more just the constant grieving But first you're Fdropping off the kid, sticking me with the feeding I said, Gmoh God damn it you're so mean You say I'll Close the Christian crowd if I say things like these But I've aFlready lost them, I couldn't care less I guess my pGmath, it just got wide, so I'll just wish you all my narrow best I guess that's iCt
Outro: F Am G# Gm C (Repeat, end on F)