Deer Tick - Art isn't real

I^C am the do^Amtted l^Emine^G You^C fill me ^Amup with what^Emever ^Gyou like I^C am just g^Amoing t^Emhroug^Gh the motions. I^C need an o^Amld fas^Emhione^Gd potion. T^Fhere has gotta be some old recipe. ^GCuz I gotta get drunk, I gotta forget about s^G7/G6omethings I^C lived in ^Amlies a^Emll ^Gmy life, A^Cnd I've be^Amen liv^Eming ^Ghere for a long, long time, A^Cnd I know^Am its bee^Emn co^Gming down a while now, When^C it shows,^Am then you^Em ge^Gt me on the dial, B^Fut right now you're half way around the world, ^GMaybe I'll see better days, but I'm not so su^G7/G6re I will. I'^Cm still ha^Amnging ro^Emund an^Gd round. Sometime^Cs it's a rac^Amket, but^Em lat^Gely not a sound. In^C the bowel^Ams of h^Emist^Gory and time, I^C have lear^Amned to ^Emsta^Gy back and never shine. N^Fow I feel stupid when I smile. ^GFor not a journey, a circus are our lives. ^G7/G6 I^C can't mak^Ame up f^Emor ^Geverything I waste, And I ^Cknow tha^Amt I co^Emuld^G never afford a taste, Of a^Cnything ^Amthat y^Emour^G lovely hands make, It^C eats aw^Amay bef^Emore^G the soul brake. J^Fust because it brings a smile to my face, S^Guch a bad memory, you just can't e^G7/G6rase. I^C know of^Am a Cit^Emy t^Go steal from, And I kn^Cow of a ^AmCity t^Emo c^Gheat on, And I k^Cnow of^Am a Ci^Emty ^Gof Sin, And th^Cat's the ^Amplace I^Em wa^Gnna meet you in, A^Fnd say hello all over again, ^GRomance me and take it back to the beginning ^G7/G6