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[Intro] B [Verse 1]
BThis night C#mgot me dEown, it got me on the groBund GrabbingG#m at nEothing but reaching for soundBs The song I C#mcouldn’t bEear to sing when I fBound the G#mwords to bEring I couldn’t F#make my mouth make sense of anything
[Interlude] B G#m E [Verse 2]
It’s theB tenth C#mtime I sEay, in the morning I won’t pBay The G#mnight they cEut me out I let the lBoose ends C#mfray I guess tEhat’s what I get for making sBomething G#mout of tEhis Or at lF#east trying to kind of wipe off the piss G#m
[Verse 3]
November cEomes, November cBomes I start to F#run, now watch me runG#m Up and Eout somewhere dBown by the seventy-F#one We’re feeling nBumb E inG#mside our gloves F# Maybe together this will cBome to something,E G#manything F#
[Chorus]
BAnytEhingG#m, F# BAnytEhingG#m, F# BAnytEhingG#m, F# BAnytEhingG#m, F# BAnything, anything, anything, anything It could be better than tBhis AnytEhing G#m F# It could be better than tBhis AnytEhing G#m F# It could be better than tBhis AnytEhing G#m F# It could be better than tBhis AnytEhing G#m F# What could be better than tBhis?