Dm G C
Dm G C
Dm G C
endless evenings of non – exist
Am Dm
are getting shorter , monotonous
G C
like an intruder , i belong outside
Am G F
although i find myself right back
C
the same place i was before
G
saying things i’d say once more
Dm G C Am
there’s no reason for me to be here , no
Dm G C
i feel so lonesome , surrounded by friends
F G Am
who are talking at me , saying things
F
i couldn’t care less about
G
this dialogue is without
F G C
worth , content , significance
F G Am
conversational ambivalence
F G C F
hear the same things every night , it just ain’t right
G C – C – C – C D C B C B ( single notes or power chords )
to be left holding the bag
Am – G – F – C D C B C B
Am G F G
give me something i can sink my teeth into
Am G
show me a time , tell me a story
F G Am G
i haven’t heard a million times before
F G
i pass out from boredom
Am G F G
Am G F G
Dm G C Am
as i watch the people pass ( i watch them pass )
Dm G C Am
i see moments in their lives , nothing fascinating
F G Am
are we all living for the past , never realizing
F G
we’re clinging to an empty bag
F G C
lacking content , significance
F G Am
conversational ambivalence
F G C F
hear the same things every night , it just ain’t right
G C
we’ll see who’s left holding the bag
Dm G C
Dm G C
Dm G C
endless evenings of non – exist
Am Dm
are getting shorter , monotonous
G C
like an intruder , i belong outside
Am G F
although i find myself right back
C
the same place i was before
G
saying things i’d say once more
Dm G C Am
there’s no reason for me to be here , no
Dm G C
i feel so lonesome , surrounded by friends
F G Am
who are talking at me , saying things
F
i couldn’t care less about
G
this dialogue is without
F G C
worth , content , significance
F G Am
conversational ambivalence
F G C F
hear the same things every night , it just ain’t right
G C – C – C – C D C B C B ( single notes or power chords )
to be left holding the bag
Am – G – F – C D C B C B
Am G F G
give me something i can sink my teeth into
Am G
show me a time , tell me a story
F G Am G
i haven’t heard a million times before
F G
i pass out from boredom
Am G F G
Am G F G
Dm G C Am
as i watch the people pass ( i watch them pass )
Dm G C Am
i see moments in their lives , nothing fascinating
F G Am
are we all living for the past , never realizing
F G
we’re clinging to an empty bag
F G C
lacking content , significance
F G Am
conversational ambivalence
F G C F
hear the same things every night , it just ain’t right
G C
we’ll see who’s left holding the bag
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