G#m7
G#m7
Everybody's singing the same song
G#
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight" (tonight)
G#m/B G#
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
...
G#m7
But truth be told we all have the same end
G#
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
G#m/B
But I'm telling you
G#
This is the best news you're getting all week
...
G#m7
Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
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What remains of the airwaves
G#m/B G#
And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to
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G#m7
And all the hits are saying the same thing
G#m G#
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (tonight)
G#m/B
And life is finite
G#m7 G#
But shit, it feels like forever
G#
It feels like forever
(ah)
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G#m7
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
G#m7 G# (G#)
We're all wild
G#m7
Except for you
G#m7
And you know who you are
G#m7 G# (G#)
This is a love song
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G#m7
And you're getting older
G#m7 G#m7 G#
I promise you this; you're getting older
(G#) (G#)
And there's improvements unless
G#m7
You're such a winner
G#m7 G#m7
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
G#m/B C#
And oh, oh
G# B C#
I'm offering you a chance to get even
G#m/B C#
And oh, oh
G# B C#
you know very well the dialect of negation
G#m/B C#
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
G# B C#
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
B C# G#
But that's not right
G#
...
G#m/B
And you're too sharp to be used
G#m7
Or you're too shocked from being used
G#m/B
By these bullying children of the fabulous
G#m7
Raffling off limited edition shoes
...
G#m/B
And what's it you do again?
(G#m7)
Oh I'm a reminder
(G#m7)
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
(G#m7)
Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth
(G#m7)
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
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G#m7
Every lover favors the same things
G#m G#
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me" (touch me tonight)
G#m7 G#
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
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G#m/B
And luck is always better than skill at things
G#
We're flying blind
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G#m/B
Oh good gracious
G#m7
I sound like my mom!
...
G#m/B C#
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
G# B (B) C#
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory
G#m/B C#
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
G# B (B) C#
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
G#m/B C#
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
G# B (B) C#
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
G#m/B C#
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
G# B (B) C#
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
G#m/B C#
And reasonable people know better than you
G# B (B) C#
That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game
G#m/B C#
And terrible people know better than you
G# B (B) C#
They're used and abused of the once so dear listener
G#m/B C#
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
G# B (B) C#
You're missing a party that you'll never get over
G#m/B C#
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
G# B (B) C#
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
G#m7 C# G#
But that's all lies
B C# G#
That's all lies
G#