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D#m F# B F#  D#m F# B F#

[Verse]
D#m
Have you read the script?
F#              B      F#
   Could you picture it?
            B         F#
... is it worth the risk?

D#m               F#
   Everything I love
   B        F#
Is on the line
          B    F#
On these neon signs

[Pre-Chorus]
D#m                  F#
But I need to know- when you looked away
            B             F#              B             F#
Was it something that I said? Was it something that I said?
D#m              F#                      B       F#
Well okay, okay, I need you more than I did before
               B                 F#
Now that the concrete is nearly set

[Chorus]
D#m          F#              B        F#
Here in the second act I'm living in repair
D#m              F#                     B         F#
Strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear
D#m             F#              B               F#
And there, on page 28, I'm so tired of drying glue
   D#m             F#           B               F#
I begin my grand attempt at building something new

[Verse]
D#m                    F#
Though I tend to write
     B     F#         B     F#
The epiphany more immediately
D#m                                F#
I guess I'm trusting that there's such a thing
    B     F#     B      F#
As elegance in dissonance

[Pre-Chorus]
D#m                  F#
God, I'm skeptical of pulling scenes
            B             F#              B             F#
Was it something that I said? was it something that I did?
D#m                       F#          B           F#
Please don't get me wrong - I still need your help
      B            F#
As history repeats itself

[Chorus]
D#m          F#              B        F#
Here in the aftermath, I'm pulling at the seams
D#m              F#                     B         F#
Strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine
D#m                F#           B               F#
And there, on page 29, I find "new" and make it mine
       D#m                F#         B             F#
But I can't help casting shadows on all I leave behind

[Bridge]
G#m                      D#m
Maybe I could afford to change a bit...
F#
Even let go of the reigns?
      G#m                         D#m
Every torn out page was worth the risk
A#m                           C#
Now that the stakes have been raised

[Chorus]
   D#m           F#                B          F#
So here in the final draft, I've given all I have
D#m              F#                    B          F#
Strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan
D#m                  F#                B        F#
There's nothing left on the page, but I'm okay with that
    D#m          F#
For I found my resolution
        B                    F#
Was designed for stronger hands