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Watching everybody leaving,
                B5          A5    A5
I tell myself, "Looks can be deceiving."
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Oh, I'm hoping that I'm not dead right
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This after hours, afterlife
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I'm not ready to die in style to-night.
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Tried to follow you out,
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But I did not know where you'd be leading on,
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And you might think people don't live through being dead wrong.
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Well I guess that your parents must have raised a themselves a strictly pious daughter,
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'Cause you move through this crowd
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Just like parting water.

       Ab5   C#5
Oh you dress so nice
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You dress to kill
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They drop like flies
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But who's the funeral for?

A5    E5           A5        E5              A5    E5      B5
Afterwhile these hot, hot nights can turn everything sour
    A5           E5           A5      E5             B5
Oh, I know it's not hard to get in trouble after hours.

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