False Advertising Bright Eyes
On [D]a string I was[D2] held. The way that [G]I move, can you [F#]tell?
My ac[Em]tions are orc[A7]hestrated from abo[D]ve. So I swing[D] and I sw[D2]ay.
Wave my[G] hand. Kick [F#]my leg. And it is[Em] always ri[A7]ght with the[D] music.
"Until all that swinging starts to make you sick"
Fo[D]r a song I was[D2] bought. Now I lie[G] when I ta[F#]lk with a caref[Em]ul ey[A]e on the[D] cue card.
Onto a [D]stage, I was[D2] pushed with my[G] sorrow well re[F#]hearsed.
S[Em]o give me all your [A7]pity and your m[D]oney. Now.
"We used to think that sound was something pure"
If [Em]I could [A]act like th[F#]is was my real l[Bm]ife and[G] not some [A]cage where I've been
pla[Bm]ced, t[Em]hen, I could [A]tell you t[F#]he truth like [Bm]I used to a[G]nd not be af[A]raid of
soun[Bm]ding fake.Now a[G]ll that anyone is listening [A]for are the mist[D]akes.
I[D]n a house, b[D2]y myself, I hear[G] the ice start t[F#]o melt and watch ro[Em]oftops w[A7]eep
for the s[D]unlight.
And I[D] know what must ch[D2]ange. Fuck [G]my face. Fuck my [F#]name.
They are[Em] brief and [A7]false adverti[D]sements for a s[D]oul I don't[D2] have.
Something[G] true I have la[F#]cked and spent my [Em]whole life tr[A7]ying to make up f[D]or.
But I fo[D]und in a [D2]song and in the [G]people I[F#] love. They will li[Em]ft me up ou[A7]t of
darknes[D]s.
Now my do[D]or stand[D2]s open. I am [G]inviting every[F#]one in.
We [Em]will laugh we're gonna[A7] drink until the mor[D]ning comes. That is w[D]hat we are going to do.
come on come on
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