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| Life will tower (??) a quarter scale, of precious oxygen we never inhale, |
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| i cracked a bottle against the safety rail, give me time |
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| and you were like a walking compliment, tall in stature and exceptionally well read, |
| Am | E | |
| adobe glasses and a cartigan, oh come on |
| Am | C | E | |
| and oh so | empty were the faces of the de | alers and the waitresses around |
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| you said that all these things you've learned to ignore, hidden cameras on the casino floor |
| Am | E | |
| and what gets payed for behind hotel doors, oh come | on |
| Am | C | E | |
| and pretend e | very slot machine is a ro | bot amputee waving hello |
| Am | C | E | |
| people s | tare into their eyes and they f | eed them little prizes, in they | go |
| G | E | |
| and e | ntering the t | wilight, the basement where the sun had never spilt, you said that |
| were lonely, then we kissed like lonely people do |
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| you said the city has a beating heart, that pushes people down the boulevard |
| and they're all hoping for a wishful fill, in the desert full of dollar bills |
| Am | E | |
| and foolishly you know they pay me still, oh come on |
| Am | C | |
| and oh so | empty were the faces of the | dealers and the waitresses around |
| Am | C | |
| and oh so | empty were the faces of the | dealers and the waitresses around |
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