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Life's for the Living |
Passenger |
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Capo 7 [Intro] Am Dm C ; G C C/B ; Am Dm C ; G Gadd4 G
[Verse 1] Am Fmaj7 Well, grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic G C C/B Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic C/B x22010 Em7 020030 Gadd4 320013 Fmaj7 103210 C7 030010
Am Fmaj7 G Gadd4 G
The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain Am Fmaj7 While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heels rub toes G C C/B Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows Am Fmaj7 G Gadd4 G Dressed in their suits and their boots, well they all look the same
[Bridge 1] F G I took myself down to the cafe to find all C C/B Am G the boys lost in books and crackling vinyl F G C C7 And carved out a poem above the urinal that read
[Chorus] F G Don't you cry for the lost, smile for the living C C/B Am G Get what you need and give what you're given F G Life's for the living so live it Am Or you're better off dead
[Instrumental] Am Dm C ; G C C/B ; Am Dm C ; G Gadd4 G
[Verse 2] Am Fmaj7 While the evening pulled the moon out of its packet G C C/B Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket Am Fmaj7 G Gadd4 G We needed a nail but we tacked it till it fell off the wall Am Fmaj7 While pigeons pecked drains, sparks flew like planes G C C/B The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains Am Fmaj7 G Gadd4 G And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call
[Bridge 2] F G And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town C C/B Am G Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown F G C C7 With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said
[Chorus]
[Instrumental] Am Dm C ; G C C/B ; Am Dm C ; G Gadd4 G
[Verse 3] Am Fmaj7 Well, I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage G C C/B They take your dreams down and stick them in storage Am Fmaj7 G Gadd4 G You can have them back son when you've paid off your mortgage and loans Am Fmaj7 Yeah, hell with this place, I'll go it my own way G C C/B I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway Am Fmaj7 G Gadd4 G Someday someone must be going my way home
[Bridge 3] F G Till then I'll make my bed from a disused car C C/B Am G With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars F G C C7 And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
[Chorus]
[Outro] F Don't you cry for the lost G Smile for the living C C/B Am G Get what you need and give what you're given F G You know, life is for the living so live it N.C. Or you're better off dead