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Intro: F# Bbm Abm F# F# Bbm B F# Verse 1:
Right when the F#blizzard endBbms, they throw aAbm fucking hugeF# parade A great excF#use for celBbmebration of the Bmess they've F#made But then when the F#streets get Bbmflooded, we know whaAbmt proximity's F#worth 'cause we're alF#ready here inBbm the same place when our Bphones don't F#work
Verse 2: (same chords as Verse 1) So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all And I'm getting ready for when everything is wonderful For just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood In a meadow, uncut and understood Bridge: Ebm Abm x8
We can be an Ebmisland aAbmpart From a ceaseless Ebmwar on our Abmheart Harbored in a Ebmfortress iAbmnsurmountable Taller than afEbmfliction, saAbmfe wherever we are
ErasingEbm horror andAbm disgust Rewinding the Ebmsorrow and the Abmrust Before our Ebmsuffering'sAbm suffering, Haven't we Esuffered eF#nough?
Verse 3:
On the morning that we're Bboth 1Ebm9 and newly Eon our Bown And all we Bknow is &Ebmquot;each other&quEot; and Binvisible homes We find two empty Bseats in the back Ebmof a car in an empty EparkingB lot Where all our Bbridges are Ebmabandoned and the Ecops have forBgot
Verse 4: (same chords as Verse 3) And I can feel the difference when the day begins Like all I know is, "This year will be the year we win." We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades And start again, before the memory of the mess we've made. Outro: B Ebm E B (repeated)