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| D | G D | D A | D |
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[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]
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