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chords used:
F# D7 Asus2
e|----2-----2-------0----|
B|----2-----1-------0----|
G|----3-----2-------2----|
D|----4-----0-------2----|
A|----4-----x-------0----|
E|----x-----x-------0----|
G
There's a voice on the phone
G
Telling what had happened
Bm
Some kind of confusion
D7
More like a disaster
G
And it wondered how you
G
Were left unaffected
Bm
But you had no knowledge
D7
No, the chemicals covered you
G
And so a jury was formed
G
As more liquor was poured
Bm
No need for conviction
D7
They're not thirsting for justice
G
But slept with the lies
G
I keep inside my head
Bm
I found out I was guilty
D7
I found out I was guilty
G
But I won't be around
G
For the sentencing
Bm
Because I'm leaving
D7
Oh, on the next airplane
C D G Bm
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
C D G
They seem adequate to fill up my time
C D Bm Em
And if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
C D G Bm Em
Then maybe I could take your advice
C D G
And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time
G
There's a film on the wall
G
Makes the people look small
Bm
Who are sitting beside it
D7
All consumed in the drama
G
They must return to their lives
G
Once the hero has died
Bm
They will drive to the office
D7
Stopping somewhere for coffee
G
Where the folk singers, poets,
G
and playwrights convene
Bm
Dispensing their wisdom
D7
Oh, dear amateur orator
G
They will detail their pain
G
In some standard refrain
Bm
They will recite their sadness
D7
Like it's some kind of contest
F#
Well, if it is
Bm
I think I am winning it
G
All beaming with confidence
Asus2
As I make my final lap
F#
The gold medal gleams
Bm
So hang it around my neck
G
Because I am deserving it
Asus2
The champion of idiots
C D G Bm
But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha
C D G
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin
C D Bm Em
Because each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her
C D G Bm Em
And then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
C D G
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie.
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