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[Verse 1]

G   G/F#    Em Em7  C          C/B     Am  Asus2 Am
Dead in the water,  it's not a paid vacation
G   G/F#     Em           Em7    C        C/B        Am      Asus2 Am
The sons and daughters of city officials attend demonstrations
G    G/F#     Em      Em7       C                  D            Dsus4
It's hardly a sink or swim when all is well if the ticket sells


[Break]

G  G/F#  Em  Em7  C  C/B  Am Asus2 Am


[Verse 2]

G G/F#     Em    Em7 C         C/B       Am   Asus2 Am
Out with a whimper,  it's not a blaze of glory
G        G/F#           Em        Em7    C           C/B       Am   Asus2 Am
You look down from your temple as people endeavor to make it a story
G   G/F#       Em     Em7        C                   D           Dsus4
And chisel the marble words that all is lost if it's never heard


[Pre-Chorus]

G  C  G  G7


[Chorus]

C
But I've got someone to make reports
D
That tell me how my money's spent
C
To book my stays and draw my blinds
D
So I can't tell what's really there
D7
And all I need's a great big congratulations


[Break] x2:

G  G/F#  Em  Em7  C  C/B  Am Asus2  Am


[Verse 3]

G    G/F#      Em  Em7 C       C/B       Am    Asus2 Am
I'll keep your dreams, you pay attention for me
G   G/F#         Em         Em7       C          C/B      Am      Asus2 Am
As strange as it seems, I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me
G   G/F#          Em     Em7        C                  D           Dsus4
The ground may be moving fast but I tied my boots to a broken mast

(This break is slightly different):

G  G/F#  Em  Em7  C  C  D  D7  G


[Verse 4]
G   G/F#          Em Em7 C            C/B       Am     Asus2 Am
The difference is clear, you throw it in your cauldron
G  G/F#  Em      Em7       C         C/B      Am     Asus2 Am
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn, Steinways and Baldwins
G   G/F#         Em     Em7      C                 D            Dsus4
You start with a simple stock of all the waste and salt to taste


[Pre-Chorus]

G  C  G  G7


[Chorus]

C
But damn my luck and damn these friends
D
That keep on combing back their smiles
C
I save my grace with half-assed guilt
D
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
D7
Spread my arms and soak up congratulations