INTRO:
Keyboard riff for guitar:
D# G
E-|---------------------------------------------------------------|-
B-|-----------------------------------then-12-10--8-6--5-3--1-0---|-
G-|-0--3--1~~----0-1-3/6-3-0-1~~--etc-----------------------------|-
D-|---------------------------------------------------------------|-
A-|---------------------------------------------------------------|-
E-|---------------------------------------------------------------|-
1ST VERSE CHORDS:
C Am G# D# A#m G# F C Am G# D# A#m G# B
E-|-----------------------------|----------------------------|-
B-|-5---5---4---8---6---4---10--|-5---5---4---8---6---4---4--|-
G-|-5---5---5---8---6---5---10--|-5---5---5---8---6---5---4--|-
D-|-5---7---6---8---8---6---10--|-5---7---6---8---8---6---4--|-
A-|-3---7---6---6---8---6---8---|-3---7---6---6---8---6---2--|-
E-|-----5---4-------6---4-------|-----5---4-------6---4------|-
CHORUS CHORDS:
D# G Cm F G# G D# G Cm F C# G# G
E-|---------3---------------|---------3-----------------|-
B-|-8---3---4---10--4---3---|-8---3---4---10--6---4---3-|-
G-|-8---4---5---10--5---4---|-8---4---5---10--6---5---4-|-
D-|-8---5---5---10--6---5---|-8---5---5---10--6---6---5-|- then play intro bit again
A-|-6---5---3---8---6---5---|-6---5---3---8---4---6---5-|-
E-|-----3-----------4---3---|-----3---------------4---3-|-
OUTRO:
D#5 C#5 A#5 B5
E-|-----------------------|-
B-|-----------------------|-
G-|-8---6-----------------|-
D-|-8---6---8---------9---|-
A-|-6---4---8---------9---|-
E-|---------6---3-4-5-7---|-
Lyrics:
Somewhere from the mortar
they saved you from far away labels
eternity means nothing
but a sign on a bridge
when everyones a stranger
they call for you by your first name
and laugh at jokes you once made
when you were a kid
somewhere down the barrel
lies a bullet that i can't keep
and in these waters i'm wading for a reason
afterall, it's in my head
i'm not a slave to a desperate lust
and in these waters i'm waiting for a reason afterall
screaming limitations
fall silent on new york corners
a terrorist's a prisoner, and a tourist a thief
when paintings seem like bargains
but they're nothing but wallpaper
i'm plagued by small town fascists
like a rash on my skin
somewhere down the barrel
lies a bullet that i can't keep and
i've been searching for something more than distance
afterall, it's in my head
i'm not a slave to an unborn trust
and in these waters i'm waiting for a reason afterall, afterall, afterall
nah nah nah nah nah
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