Gm7
Gm7
Everybody's singing the same song
G
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight" (tonight)
Gm/A# G
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
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Gm7
But truth be told we all have the same end
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Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Gm/A#
But I'm telling you
G
This is the best news you're getting all week
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Gm7
Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
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What remains of the airwaves
Gm/A# G
And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to
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Gm7
And all the hits are saying the same thing
Gm G
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (tonight)
Gm/A#
And life is finite
Gm7 G
But shit, it feels like forever
G
It feels like forever
(ah)
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Gm7
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
Gm7 G (G)
We're all wild
Gm7
Except for you
Gm7
And you know who you are
Gm7 G (G)
This is a love song
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Gm7
And you're getting older
Gm7 Gm7 G
I promise you this; you're getting older
(G) (G)
And there's improvements unless
Gm7
You're such a winner
Gm7 Gm7
That the future's a nightmare
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And there's nothing I can do
(G) (G)
Nothing anyone can do about this
Gm/A# C
And oh, oh
G A# C
I'm offering you a chance to get even
Gm/A# C
And oh, oh
G A# C
you know very well the dialect of negation
Gm/A# C
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
G A# C
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
A# C G
But that's not right
G
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Gm/A#
And you're too sharp to be used
Gm7
Or you're too shocked from being used
Gm/A#
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Gm7
Raffling off limited edition shoes
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Gm/A#
And what's it you do again?
(Gm7)
Oh I'm a reminder
(Gm7)
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
(Gm7)
Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth
(Gm7)
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
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Gm7
Every lover favors the same things
Gm G
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me" (touch me tonight)
Gm7 G
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
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Gm/A#
And luck is always better than skill at things
G
We're flying blind
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Gm/A#
Oh good gracious
Gm7
I sound like my mom!
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Gm/A# C
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
G A# (A#) C
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory
Gm/A# C
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
G A# (A#) C
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
Gm/A# C
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
G A# (A#) C
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
Gm/A# C
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
G A# (A#) C
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
Gm/A# C
And reasonable people know better than you
G A# (A#) C
That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game
Gm/A# C
And terrible people know better than you
G A# (A#) C
They're used and abused of the once so dear listener
Gm/A# C
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
G A# (A#) C
You're missing a party that you'll never get over
Gm/A# C
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
G A# (A#) C
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
Gm7 C G
But that's all lies
A# C G
That's all lies
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