Intro:
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     E5
What gives this mess some grace unless it's
B5
kicks, man - unless it's
C#5
fiction, unless it's
B5
sweat or it's songs? What


     E5
hits against this chest unless it's a
B5
sick man's hand, from some
C#5
mid-level band? He's been
B5
driving too long on a

E5
dark windless night, with the
B5
stereo on, with the
C#5
towns flying by and the
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ground getting soft. And a

E5
sound in the sky, coming
B5
down from above, it sur-
C#5
rounds you and sighs and is
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whispering of what

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pulls your body down, and that is
B5
quicksand. So climb out
C#5
quick, hand over hand, before your
B5
mouth's all filled up. What

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picks you up from down unless it's
B5
tricks, man? When I've been
C#5
fixed I am convinced that I will
B5
not get so broke up again. And on a

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seven day high, that
B5
heavenly song punches
C#5
right through my mind and just
A5               B5
hums through my blood. And I

E5
know it's a lie, but I'll
B5
still give my love. Hey, my
C#5
heart's on the line for your
A5              B5
hands to pluck off. Oh...

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     E5
What gives this mess some grace unless it's
B5
fictions - unless it's
C#5
licks, man, unless it's
B5
lies or it's love? What

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breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some
B5
rock and roll fan, just floating
C#5
up from the stands with her
A5            B5
heart opened up. And I want to tell her, "Your

E5
love isn't lost," say "my
B5
heart is still crossed!" Scream , "you're
C#5
so wonderful! What a
A5            B5
dream in the dark - about

E5
working so hard, about
B5
growing so stoned, trying
C#5
not to turn off, trying
A5                       B5
not to believe in that lie all on your

E5
own."
B5
         La la la
C#5
la       Oh oh oh
F5
Oh
B5

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