A Moment Of Silence Streetlight Manifesto Intro Am F C Am F E Am F C Am F E Chorus

A moment of^Am silence, please, for^F those who n^Cever get the chance ^AmThey show up to the party, bu^Ft they're never^C asked to dance

^AmThe losers, the liars, the bastard^Fs, the th^Cieves ^AmThe cynicists, the pessimists, and those that ^Fdon't believe in n^Eothing

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^AmI never met a loser ^Fthat I didn't see eye-t^Co-eye with, I de^Amclare ^FI stare into yo^Cur eyes

^AmBut you look ri^Fght past me into t^Che air ^AmWhat's it like ^Fto stand in your ^Cshoes?

^AmTo have never felt the belt ^Fof somebody's ^Eabuse? ^AmI take the bottle and ^FI tip it for all my heroes ^Cthat have passed

^AmAlas, you have left us, bu^Ft your stories ^Cthey will last ^AmUninspired by the r^Fecruiting ^Ccall

Independent we^Am stand ^AmInde^Fpen^Edent we fall

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S^Amo tell me how long do you t^Fhink you can go before you l^Cose it all? ^CBefore they call you bluff and watch you fall?

^AmI don't know, ^Fbut I'd like to think I had control ^CAt some point, ^Cbut I let it go and lost my soul

Sit tight, ^Ambut the revolution's ye^Fars away ^CI'm losing faith and I'm runn^Cing low on things to say

^AmSo, I guess I have no ch^Foice but to regurgitate ^CThe tired anthem of a loser a^Cnd a hypocrite

Oh! To ha^Amve died that ^Fnight, I re^Calized it would^Cn't last ^AmOur days were numbered and^F the reaper tipped the hourglass

T^Che final mayday of our si^Cnking ship had come and passed ^AmOh! To ^Fthe west, yo^Cu don't know what it is y^Cou're running from

^AmAnd everybody's la^Fughing loud ^CLast chance to make your mother and your father pr^Coud

^AmOh, ^Foh-o^Ch-oh^Am, oh^F-oh^C-oh^Am-oh^F, o^Ch-oh-^Amoh ^F ^E ^AmOh, ^Foh-o^Ch-oh^Am, oh^F-oh^C-oh^Am-oh^F, o^Ch-oh-^Amoh ^F ^E

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A moment of^Am silence, please, for^F those who n^Cever get the chance ^AmThey show up to the party, bu^Ft they're never^C asked to dance

^AmThe losers, the liars, the bastard^Fs, the th^Cieves ^AmThe cynicists, the pessimists, and those that ^Fdon't believe in n^Eothing

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They said &q^Amuot;a pox, upon y^Four house, upon y^Cour family And ev^Ameryone you knew, a^Fnd everyone you'l^Cl ever meet"

I b^Amet they think we wish ^Fwe joined when w^Ce could ^AmBut we do what we want, we d^Fon't do w^Ehat we should

^AmNow, e^Fverybody's laughing, 'c^Cause they're thinking they're

in on something I don't get

^AmDon't forget ^FI connect and ^CI read every word you said

^AmLike a child who ^Fbelieves he w^Cas wronged ^AmIf you hate me so much, then ^Fstop s^Einging my songs

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