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Tom: Am
Intro: 
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B|-5-----(5)------5-5-5-5--|
G|-7---(7)-(7)---7-5-------|
D|-7-----------------7-----|
A|-5-------------------7---|
E|-------------------------|

Verse:
Am         D
        An address to the golden door
Am            D
        I was strumming on a stone again
Am              D                           E               
        pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
(run*)
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A|--7--5-----------
E|--------8--7-----
a tragic opera in my mind...

Am             D
        and it told of a new design
Am               D 
        in which every soul is duty bound
Am           D                               E
        to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies
(run*)                C      
the fatal flaw of the red age

Chorus:
               F                      C          
Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
             F                           C             
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
               D               F                   G          
and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time

verse:
So we burned all our uniforms 
and let nature take its course again 
and the big ones just eat all the little ones 
that send us back to the drawing board.

       C  
In our darkest hours 
            G
we have all asked for some  
         F                                
angel to come                             
             C         G 
sprinkle his dust all around                                 
    C                                G                             
but all our crying voices they can't turn it around                
                F                           Am  D  Am  E           
you've had some crazy conversations of your own.