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Ragged robbins for the curtain call
A F#m D
Wrapped in ribbons on the trailer door
A F#m D
Carved initials in a concrete footstall
A F#m D
On the imitation marble floor
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We're the boxtop admissions and their throwaways
A F#m D
Strewn across tobacco roads
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With their wormwood shots and their snake oil plots
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Drunk sheepshank con men and their sycophants
A F#m D
And I
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I often wonder if I've already died
GUITAR DROPS OUT Only bass/drums play for a frame
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Out at elbows by the encore
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But there's a citadel inside
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Where I'll go and shape my heart like yours
A F#m D
As you shape yours like mine
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Where we're the spiraling arms of all galaxies
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And we're the microscopic sand
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Suffering from delusions of ungrandeur on middling display
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Beside the Cardiff giant with the alabaster eyes
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I often wonder if I've already died
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I often wonder if I've already died
[BRIDGE]: repeat 4x
A
Or if the 'I'
A
if the 'I'
A D
is an unintelligible lie
[OUTRO]:
A
Off we flew like swarms of hornets
F#m D
Woken up' from winter's rest
A
To colonize with plastic pulp
F#m D
Our neighbor's perfect paper nest
A
While all year round potter wasp
F#m D
Has buzzed her unhinged song
A
You can hear its creaking in our floorboards
F#m D
Megalomania's only mania if you're wrong
A, F#m, D x2
A (strummed a few times during the instrumental outro)