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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] D Bm, G (x2) [Verse]
DShe dumps the Bmcontents of her Gpurse Onto the hightop drummer chair DI could've swoBmrn that I had Gsixty more dollars in there DShe said that BmI would not beliGeve the things she'd read,
They'd written there,
Dplain as Bmday, and I might Gturn to salt for staying too DloBmng G Too DloBmng,G too DloBmng,G too DloBmng G
DBeneath the boBmoklight little Gsongs sing out to me he's here again DSquints his Bmeyes and counts out Gninety nine dollars in tens DSays "Well, Bmsince when can an Ghonest man get high after a day DOf honest Bmwork around these Gchoir boys bringing me DdoBmwn G Me DdoBmwn,G me DdoBmwn,G me DdoBmwn"G
F Into the Gvoid, a plea to Cmake it through the Fnight My kind of Cman, always Gright F Dead on deplGoyment see, your Cdog went toward the A#fight FLicking his wounds, stars in his Geyes
[Interlude] D Bm G (x2) [Verse]
DSometimes the Bmgood ones leave Gbefore youâve even seen them there at all DSometimes the Bmgood ones stay home, Gwaiting on government calls DSometimes the Bmgood ones like you Gbest before you're hooked on aerosols DSometimes the Bmgood ones aren't quite Ggood as you had DreBmcalGled DReBmcalGled, DreBmcalGled, DreBmcalGled
A Come out candlelight,D give me one big bite G It's all for me F#m Cough up smoke and ash,D stare down the camera flash G It's all I see A What I F#mthink you know,D somehow you should know G But now it's free
F Into the Gvoid, a plea to Cmake it through the Fnight My kind of Cman, always Gright F Dead on deplGoyment see, your Cdog went toward the A#fight FLicking his wounds, stars in his Geyes
[Outro] D Bm G (x4) End on G