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                             Dour Percentage - of Montreal
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Tabbed by: fid3l

Tuning: Standard



F  G  F  G


C                     Em
We've woken up alone, no song to sing us off the edge;
F                        Dm                F    
the speakers have blown. This planet is an orphanage.
C                       E
Deep abandonment issues at our core
       Dm         
but if not each other 
                 G
there's ****-all to really keep hustlin' for.


C
Ain't got no ride
Em
least not one that returns our message
F                  Dm                F
our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage.
C      Em       Am         F
And it cheapens us the way you and i
G
Torment each other
Dm                   G
It's just the way we combine.


Cm
Time for you to decide here on the concrete
                             Fm
you a winter soldier or just playing yourself and me too?
Cm                       Ebm                              
I got your letter and it hurt me so many ways
Ab
had no breath to respond.
Fm                              Cm
Boy, you let your brothers down!
Eb                            Ab
You inhabit your own personal ghetto,
                         Eb
but no one's forcing you to stay there.
    Ab              G
Our circle's not so cannibalistic, baby.


C                     Em
We've woken up alone, no song to sing us off the edge;
F                        Dm                F    
the speakers have blown. This planet is an orphanage.
C                       E
Deep abandonment issues at our core
       Dm         
but if not each other 
                 G
there's ****-all to really keep hustlin' for.


C
Ain't got no ride
Em
least not one that returns our message
F                  Dm                F
our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage.
C      Em       Am         F
And it cheapens us the way you and i
G
Torture each other
Dm                   G
It's just the way we collide.



Cm
It's time too make up your mind here in this cellar.
                              Fm
Are you gonna betray yourself or come join us up on the dais?
Cm                            Ebm
The conspiracy that's forever unfolding in your head,
          Ab
it's just not real.
Fm                            Cm
Boy, you let your people down!
Eb                    Ab
I murdered so much of myself here 
                Eb
just to try and accommodate you.
Ab                    G
You know I saved your life a little, too, hey brother.


F  G  F  G


Cm                       Ab
I don't resent you but i can't settle the debt of our
Bbm                  Cm    
serrated history and blows i haven't got over yet.
C      Em       Am         F       
And it cheapens us the way you and i
G
Torment each other.


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C  Em  F  Dm  F

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