Standard (EADGBE)
: 9(11)(11)xxx
/: 979xxx
A little after twelve, the function suite was full
With people I had never seen before
Ripped up ticket stubs, confetti'ed on the floor
It dawned on me Id seen it all before
Cool your beans my son, you look a fucking mess
No ones getting out of here, tonight
Hit that button there, the one that just says wrong
Well lose our lives through all our favorite songs
Bridge
Go forward to later you look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room I was nailed to my seat
Im like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk
Chorus
And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place
That keeps a fault in my step, and a grin on my face
It cant contain me but you needn't on me
Get me back in my box, and snap the branches off me
A little after four, the function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stub
Heres a helping hand, a voice thats far too close
And I am up and on my broken limbs
Bridge
Chorus
Solo
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