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Mad As Rabbits  Panic At The Disco



  [G#]    [Bb]    [Ebsus2]        [Dsus2]       [C#sus2]        [Fm]                                                      
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[G#]Come save me from walking off a [Bb]windowsill
or I'll [C#sus2]sleep in the r[G#]ain.
[G#]Don't you remember when I [Bb]was a bird
and [C#sus2]you were a m[G#]ap?
[Ebsus2]          [Dsus2]        [C#sus2]                   
[G#]Now he drags down miles in [Bb]America
[C#sus2]briefcase in [G#]hand.
[G#]The stove is creeping up his [Bb]spine again,
can't [C#sus2]get enough [G#]trash.
[Bb]     [C#sus2]                                
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He [Ebsus2]took the [C#sus2]days for [G#]pageant
Be[Ebsus2]came as [C#sus2]mad as [G#]rabbits
With [Ebsus2]bushels [C#sus2]of bad [Fm]habits
[Fm]Who could [G#]ask for [C#sus2]anymore?
[Fm]Yea who could [G#]have [C#sus2]more.

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[G#]                                     
[G#]His arms were the branches of a [Bb]Christmas tree
preached the [C#sus2]devil in the [G#]belfry.
[G#]He checked in
to learn his clothes [Bb]had been thieved at the [C#sus2]train station[G#].
[G#]Rope hung his other branch
and [Bb]at the end was a [C#sus2]dog called [G#]bambi
[G#]Who was chewing on his [Bb]parliaments
when he [C#sus2]tried to [G#]save the [Bb]calendar business,
[C#sus2]tried to [G#]save the [Bb]calendar business.
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He [Ebsus2]took the [C#sus2]days for [G#]pageant
Be[Ebsus2]came as [C#sus2]mad as [G#]rabbits
With [Ebsus2]bushels [C#sus2]of bad [Fm]habits
[Fm]Who could [G#]ask for [C#sus2]anymore?
[Fm]Yea who could [G#]have [C#sus2]more.

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[G#]                                     
[G#]The poor son of a humble [Bb]chimney sweep
[C#sus2]fell to a [G#]cheap crowd
[G#]So stay asleep and put on that [Bb]cursive type
[Bb]you know we [C#sus2]live in a [G#]toy.
[G#]Paul Cates bought himself a [Bb]trumpet from the [C#sus2]salvation [G#]army
[G#]But there ain't no sunshine [Bb]in his song
We must [C#sus2]reinvent [G#]love,
[C#sus2]reinvent [G#]love
[C#sus2]reinvent [Bb]love.   [C#sus2]
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He [Ebsus2]took the [C#sus2]days for [G#]pageant
Be[Ebsus2]came as [C#sus2]mad as [G#]rabbits
With [Ebsus2]bushels [C#sus2]of bad [Fm]habits
[Fm]Who could [G#]ask for [C#sus2]anymore?
[Fm]Yea who could [G#]have [C#sus2]more.
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