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                           From the Hips acoustic - Cursive
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Tabbed by:adampts
Email:info@adampena.com

Tuning: Standard

**CAPO 3rd FRET**

Chords (I'm not going to act like I know what they're really called)
**relative to CAPO**

    Cmaj7   Am    F       G    Dm    Bm#9   C
e|---0-------0----0-------3-----1------------0------------------------------|
B|---0-------1----1-------0-----3-----4------1------------------------------|
G|---4-------2----2-------0-----2-----4------0------------------------------|
D|---2-------2----3-------0-----0-----0------2------------------------------|
A|---3------------3-------2-----------2------3------------------------------|
E|------------------------3-------------------------------------------------|



----INTRO-------
Cmaj7 ,  Cmaj7  

Am         F      G        Cmaj7 
   I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Am         F     G        Cmaj7 
   I'm at my worst when it's not rehearsed
           Bm#9                       C
   I don't want to know the goddamn words
            G                       Am
   I don't want to have to spell it out
                  Dm                     C
   Don't want to mumble what I'm trying to say
            G                          C maj7
   I want to scream it from my foaming mouth
                  Bm#9             C         G
   Shoot out the lights and ride away ay a ay a


Cmaj7 , Cmaj7 

(then pick back up at the Am, same throughout!)



Bridge plays the whole verse progression before picking up at 
   
    G                          Cmaj7
...And I wish that we had never talked
 Bm#9             C         G 
Our hips said it all a all a all




[lyrics continued]
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I'm in my worst when I'm at my best
I'm at my best when I'm trying to look and think and talk
And sing and read and write like all the rest
We're all just trying to play our roles
In a play that runs ad nauseum
I hate this damn enlightenment
We were better off as animals

We're at our best when it's from our hips
From our hips we don't give a shit
It just feels good, and that's no sin
It's the only way to feel alive
The closest thing to being born again
And when baby comes, it's "job well done"
Roll in the hay, or roll around the sun

We're at our worst when it's from our lips
From our lips we caused a rift
And this world is falling in
From Babel to barroom brawls
Our words have formed a death sentence
And I wish that we had never talked
Our hips said it all

And I wish that we had never talked
Our hips said it all