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• C

Tuning: Half Step Down, Eb.

Beginning Fill:               Goes straight into the verse.
eb |--------------------------------0--|
Bb |----------0---------------------1--|
Gb |----2/4------4--4/2h0-----------0--|
Db |-------------------------0~-----2--|
Ab |--------------------------------3--|
Eb |-----------------------------------|


  C 
Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors
                                                  G
The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know
  C
Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
                                                   G
Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door
  C
Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better
                                                           G
Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor
  C
And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session
                                                                         G
Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my words

      A
Then in comes the church with the answers
                            D
Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms
                               G            C
They look good on the overhead slide
                G                           C
They're saving lives
             G                              C
Works every time
 
FILL

  C
Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference
                                              G
And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue
  C
I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder
                                     G
Scripted adornment always kills concern
  C
Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling
                                                    G
There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words
  C
I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment
                                                              G
And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work

       A
All my speech is riddled with annulment
                     D
I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should
                                A
I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November
              D
I don't know when I'll talk to you
                                         G                 C
I guess when both our eyes have finally died
                 G              C  
I still want to try
             G                  C
Still wanna try 
             G                  C               
Still wanna try 

End on C.

Hope it helps, the D and A parts can be done with chords or power chords, up to you. DATH owns.

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