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- | Tabbed by Lord of Dutch | ||
- | [intro] | ||
- | finger pick the lowest strings with an E chord. Listen for timing. | ||
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- | ------------1 | ||
- | ---2---2---2- | ||
- | --2---2---2-- | ||
- | -0---0---0--- | ||
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- | E | ||
- | Up and down the shining aisles | ||
- | A | ||
- | The all-night grocery store on Melrose | ||
- | F#m | ||
- | Dozens of us exiles from the mother-ship | ||
- | A B | ||
- | The whole wide Western world is at our fingertips | ||
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- | E | ||
- | The while moon hangs high above the city | ||
- | A | ||
- | And while the night begins to flex its jaws | ||
- | F#m | ||
- | We meet up like a loose-knit congregation | ||
- | A B | ||
- | Or like spies who need to pass on information | ||
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- | G#m F#m | ||
- | How much longer are we supposed to stay alive? | ||
- | | ||
- | Gathering by the Portuguese sardines in aisle five | ||
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- | [intro] | ||
- | ------------1 | ||
- | ---2---2---2- | ||
- | --2---2---2-- | ||
- | -0---0---0--- | ||
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- | E | ||
- | Mounds of California avocados | ||
- | A | ||
- | Like offerings to an unresponsive god | ||
- | F#m | ||
- | I wore my suit from Hong Kong to the store tonight | ||
- | A B | ||
- | 'Cause it fits me just right | ||
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- | E | ||
- | And suddenly the lights out in the parking lot | ||
- | A | ||
- | Begin to burst like sodas under pressure | ||
- | F#m | ||
- | One by one they throw themselves against the night sky | ||
- | A B | ||
- | And almost unremarked upon the moment passes by | ||
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- | C#m | ||
- | Though one or two of us | ||
- | Am | ||
- | Point our fingers outside | ||
- | A B | ||
- | Eyes glazed, mouths wide | ||
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- | [intro] | ||
- | ------------1 | ||
- | ---2---2---2- | ||
- | --2---2---2-- | ||
- | -0---0---0--- | ||
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- | E | ||
- | Listening to that still small voice within us | ||
- | A | ||
- | Doesn' | ||
- | F#m | ||
- | Try to take that in stride | ||
- | A B | ||
- | And try to let the moment slide | ||
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- | E | ||
- | And we fiddle with our cellphones | ||
- | A | ||
- | Until our thumbs are sore | ||
- | F#m | ||
- | And the music on the speakers overhead | ||
- | A B | ||
- | Is fainter than the voices of the dead | ||
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- | G#m F#m | ||
- | How much longer are we supposed to stay alive? | ||
- | | ||
- | Gathering by the Portuguese sardines in aisle five | ||
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- | [Outro] | ||
- | -------1- | ||
- | -----2--- | ||
- | ---2----- | ||
- | -0------- | ||
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- | E A B | ||
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- | </ |