Chords used: B7:--7- C#m:--9-- G#7:-4- F#m:-2-
--7- --9-- -4- -2-
--8- --9-- -5- -3-
--7- --11- -4- -4-
--9- --11- -6- -4-
--7- --9-- -4- -2-
| E | B7 | |
| Well, the | future spills its | intangibles. |
| A | B | |
| An | unknown set of | variables. |
| C#m | A | E | |
| A | path that spliten | infinitely up | ahead. |
| B7 | |
| So tell me what's the use to | pick and choose. |
| A | B | |
| From | what you should or | shouldn't do? |
| C#m | A | B | |
| That's | time spent better | sleeping in your | bed. |
| Or wide awake in a shopping mall, trying clothes on from off of the wall |
| Yeah, anything to entertain yourself |
| 'Cause a costume can be comfortable |
| It can make you feel more beautiful |
| It can even make you look like someone else |
| chorus: |
| G#7 | A | G#7 | A | |
| But it's | still | you, so there's | nothing you can | do. |
| C#m | G#7 | A | C#m | G#7 | A | |
| Like a | bad | habi | t, the | one you | couldn't | kick. |
| B | |
| there it | always is |
| F#m | A | E | |
| And it's | nothing that no | doctor's gonna | fix |
| Verse2: |
| E | B7 | |
| They | pat your back bruised with their | accolades. |
| A | B | |
| And | all four walls are a | trophy case |
| C#m | A | E | |
| But that | doesn't make it any | less of a | cage. |
| B7 | |
| But you can make it all less | difficult |
| A | B | C#m | A | B | |
| By | embracing the | ephemeral. Then you'd | never have to | worry or | explain |
| Cause if it's really all just physical, then my memory's immaterial |
| So why then do I remember you at all? |
| But I do, I do, my friend, I've seen your face |
| We shared a cup, I know the taste |
| Its sweetness is relentless on my lips |
| chorus: |
| G#7 | A | G#7 | A | |
| So help me | drink | in | everything that | is |
| C#m | G#7 | A | C#m | G#7 | A |
| Like a freed convict, drunk on redemption |
| B | |
| From the | way I've been |
| F#m | A | E | |
| But I | swear this time, that | things will be different |
| chorus2: |
| F#m | C#m | A | B | |
| Well, | right and w | rong, they have n | ever been that f | ar apart. |
| C#m | F#m | A | B | |
| For | those who'd write that | sentence where you h | ang. |
| G#7 | A | G#7 | A | |
| We will be | lifed | , u | p from all of t | his. |
| C#m | G#7 | A | C#m | G#7 | A | B | |
| Yeah, we will | tran | scend | the insi | gnifi | canc | e of our exi | stence. |
| F#m | A | E | |
| Yeah, your | body's gone, but | angel, you will | live... |
| END |
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