Intro
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You know what makes me happy, the things that make you sad
Gm Cm Gm Cm
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
Gm Cm Gm Cm
I found my indecision, the product of the media grime
Gm Cm Gm Cm F
The feel that I control will have you press rewind
A# Cm A#
And now I'm on the wings, hoping that you'll hear
Cm A#
Don't bother to respond, you love to hear me again
Cm A# Cm
And when the sun beams down all of your lies, close, close, yeah close the light
Solo: ( Gm Eb Cm F ) x4
Gm Eb Cm F Gm Eb Cm F
The sky's all grey in the barracks, I know I'm a lousy hero
Gm Eb Cm F Gm Eb Cm F
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
A# Cm A# Cm
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes, close, close, yeah close (conscience)
Eb A# F Cm
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
Eb A# F Eb Gm Cm NC ( Gm Eb Cm F ) x4
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played
( Gm Eb Cm F ) x4
Gm Eb Cm F Gm Eb Cm F
And in the end of a season, the voices turn it all off
Gm Eb Cm F Gm Eb Cm F
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
Eb A# F Cm
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
Eb A# F Eb Gm Cm
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played (that's good)