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| D       | D       | G       | G     |
| D       | G   D   | D   A   | D     |
| D       |
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| D       | G   D   | D   A   | D     |
| G   D   | D   A   | G   D   |


[Verse 1]
       D
By the light of the LED display of a VCR recorder
    D
You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear, "This is my downfall"
       Bm
As you squint and you grimace
                                     D/F#  G
We both know your heart's not in it
       D
By the glow of a thousand fireflies in a Travelodge ensuite
               D
They think the future's bright as halogen, we know it's pretty bleak
         Bm
And I am trying to be sexy
                                D/F#         G  A
Biting at the air that falls in front of me


[Interlude]
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| G     | G     | D       | G   D   |
| D     | D     | G   D   | D   G   |


[Verse 2]
     D
Your telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day
            D
And all the characters are strangers

And the pubs have different names
         Bm
I tell a joke I'd like to meet them
                                   D/F#    G
But they loathe me and I hate them back
D
Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Fondness makes the absence longer
D
Length loses my interest
                          Em
I'm a realist, I'm insatiable

Swapped counting days until I fly
                       D/F#   G  A
With hours before your reply


[Chorus]
D                    E
 You said he got his teeth fixed
          D
I'm gonna break them
                    E     G  D
I've got a heart on fire
                     E            G
He said he's got his sights set
           D
On getting to ya
                   Bm
I've got a fist on fire


[Bridge]
C#                          D/F#
  You feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
   A                       E
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
       Bm                                  C#
Oh, we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking
                        E
But there is no fucking future
                       G
I'm just practicing my accents, picking at old sutures


[Verse 3]
D
 I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love

Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
Bm                                   D/F#   G
  I keep feeling like I'm being undercut
D
Charlotte says, "It's more constructive than the one in Canada
     D
When you got drunk, ate loads of crisps

And threw up by a football pitch"
  Bm
I know it is, and really, that's what worries me
              D/F#          G  A
I feel like I should hurt


[Chorus]
D                    E
 You said he got his teeth fixed
          D
I'm gonna break them
                    E     G  D
I've got a heart on fire
                     E            G
He said he's got his sights set
           D
On getting to ya
                   Bm    G  D/F#
I've got a fist on fire


[Bridge]
                   G#
I cannot emphasis enough that my body
     A#
Is a badly designed, poorly put-together vessel
      C#m
Harbouring these diminishing, so-called 'vital organs'
          A
I hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart goes first!


[Interlude]
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[Tag]
       E
We are beautiful
       D/F#     G
We are doomed


[Outro]
| D     | E   D/F#   | Fdim7   D   |
| E     | G          | D           | G     |
| E     | G          | D           |