The Shins

Caring Is Creepy

The Shins

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Tom: Bm

        Bm      A        G         Em 
i think i'll go home and mull this over
         D       A       G 
before i cram it down my throat
        Bm        A              G      Em 
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
           D       A          G 
has broken up into bits in my moat.

Em       D        Em      D 
lift the mattress off the floor
Em       D 
walk the cramps off
   A              G 
go meander in the cold
Em           D 
hail to your dark skin
Em         D 
hiding the fact you're dead again
Em   D                A            G          
underneath the powerliness seeking shade
G 
far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

       Bm       A      G         Em 
it's a luscious mix of words and tricks
            D            A              G 
that let us bet when you know we should fold
   Bm      A         G          Em 
on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
           D             A               G 
and of the whole mess of roads we're now on.

Em        D         Em      D 
hold your glass up, hold it in
Em      D                   A               G 
never betray the way you've always known it is.
Em      D                 Em 
one day i'll be wondering how
         D                  Em 
i got so old just wondering how
        D                A              G 
i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

G 
this is way beyond my remote concern 
of being condescending

Bm  G     D    A    Bm    G     D 
all these squawking birds won't quit.
Bm  G    D  A      Bm  G   D 
building no-thing, lay-ing bricks.

BRIDGE (w/ organ solo)
Bm  A   G   Em   D   A   G   REPEAT 2x

Em        D         Em      D 
hold your glass up, hold it in
Em      D                   A               G 
never betray the way you've always known it is.
Em      D                 Em 
one day i'll be wondering how
         D                  Em 
i got so old just wondering how
        D                A              G 
i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

G 
this is way beyond my remote concern
of being condescending

Bm  G     D    A    Bm    G     D 
all these squawking birds won't quit.
Bm  G    D  A      Bm  G   D 
building no-thing, lay-ing bricks.
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