(Bass Intro)

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                         (Guitar Intro)
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       Am             G
it was don Delillo, whiskey neat, 

        F                C
and a blinking midnight clock 

               G                F            C
speakers on a TV stand, just a turntable to watch 

          Am                 G
when the smoke came out our mouths 

              F                  C
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks 

             Am   G   F
you were a stroke of luck 

          Am   G         F           C
we were a goldmine that gutted us 


and from the sidelines 

     G
you see me run 

  F                      C
until I'm out of breath 


living the good life 

    G
i left for dead 

      F             G
the sorrowful mid west 

               F
well i did my best 

             C
to keep my head 


( C ) ( Am  ) ( G  ) ( F )

         Am                      G
it was grass stained jeans and incompletes 

       F                   C
and a girl from class to touch 

                         G
but you think about yourself too much 

         F            C
and you ruin who you love 

     Am                   G
well all these claims at consciousness 

    F            C
my stray dog freedom 

              Am   G    F
let’s have a nice clean cut 

        Am     G        F        C
like a bag we buy and divvy up 

   
and from the sidelines 

   G
i see you run 

 F                   C
until you're out of breath. 

                                G
and all those white lines that sped us up 

    F             G
we hurry to our death 

                 F
well i lagged behind 

             C
so you got ahead

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