Song Without A Chorus

Intro -

E //// A //// F# //// B //// x2


Verse 1 -

               E         A          F#             B
Well there's sand in my book from writing on the beach

            E              A            F#              B
trying to find a song for you that the ocean can only reach,

          A                 C#            F#                 E
and this beach is getting wider than my train of thought is long

           A              C#              F#          E
and each little grain of sand is other asshole poet song

         A                C#                F#              E
so i'll try to get this right before the sunburn says i'm worng, says i'm wrong


Pre Verse -

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Verse 2 -

   E                 A               F#            B
I keep on shooting clever guns that blow up in my face

          E                A              F#            B
and what good to say i'm sorry when this time it wont erase,

          A           C#            F#              E
all the times i hit erase on every word you said to me

            A                  C#          F#          E
and just covered it up like dogsh*t on a pretty city street

         A                  C#          F#             E
just to not p*ss off the neighbors no wonder i can't sleep, i can't sleep


Pre Verse


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Verse 3

   E               A                  F#             B
A song without a chorus you know this is my first attempt

     E               A               F#             B
cuz that would only bore us and the title would go limp,

            A                   C#            F#              E
but these words just keep on shooting out my pen just like a gun

           A            C#         F#            E
and i'm aiming at your ears trying not to come undone

         A                   C#               F#       E
cuz you love the smell of gunshots and the company on one, thats no fun


Pre Verse


B //// A //// C# //// F# ////  (live versoin x2)


verse 4 -

           E                A                F#              B
They'll probably say this sucks you know but i don't really care

       E                 A         F#               B
and i use the "gunshot" word so it wont get on the air,

             A           C#                F#                   E
while the rappers do a driveby and smoke crack then thank the lord

          A                    C#              F#                 E
while a white-bread singer songwriter has to stand here looking bored

              A                         C#                 F#
and while i'm at it i should probably mention that all the guns i used in

E
my song were fake...


Outro-

B //// A //// C# //// F# //// x3

not real, they were plastic, f*ck, get real, blast it

          A   E
i still love you