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| F | F | C | |
| Turn | it | down |
| F | F | C | |
| Start | it | over |
| G | C | |
| A | lone is such an ugly | game |
| Pay it back |
| Pay it forward |
| Nothing means nothing to me |
| F | |
| So they went | down to the station |
| They were looking for a ride |
| They were running out of ink |
| They were running out of time |
| C | |
| Yeah |
| F | |
| And with the | color of the whistle |
| with the sounding of the smoke |
| I repeat it in a picture |
| I repeat it in a joke |
| C | |
| Yeah |
| G | |
| Yeah |
| Loud clothes |
| Quiet earrings |
| Black nights |
| White shadows |
| A bone and a key |
| Old flames |
| Dead ex widows |
| Someone has been done to me |
| So they believe that their conductor |
| Is the leader of the pack |
| Killing time and too conductive |
| They were never looking back |
| Yeah |
| And the table had to chase it |
| And the time hollered back |
| And the thanks that cut the cable |
| And they're running out of tracks |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| F | C | G | |
| So they | kissed the | farmer's | daughters |
| F | C | G | C | |
| With their | pockets | full of | gold |
| F | C | G | |
| And they | draw the | shades of | markets |
| F | C | G | C | |
| On the | corner | of the | window |
| F | C | G | |
| And the | kid un | der the | kitchen |
| F | C | G | A | |
| In an | un- | marked | grave |
| F | G | C | |
| They're | uncover | ing the | old |
| C Out |