Intro
C#5
[Verse 1]
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The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
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And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
A#m G# C# F#
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
A#m G# C#
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
A#m G# C# F#
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
A#m G# C#
Gotta live our lives before they end
[Verse 2]
F5 F#5 C#
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
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Rather be living
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Well these are our friends they're not commodities
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And don't you forget it
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Don't you forget it
A#m F# C# G#
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
A#m G# F#
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones
A#m F# C#
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
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From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
[Interlude]
C#5 D#5 F5 F#5 (x4)
[Outro]
C# D#5 F5 F#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C# D#5 F5 F#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C# D#5 F5 F#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C# D#5 F5 F#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C# A#m F#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C# A#m F# C#
Woah-oh-oh-oh