Cm7
Cm7
Everybody's singing the same song
C
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight" (tonight)
Cm/D# C
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
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Cm7
But truth be told we all have the same end
C
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cm/D#
But I'm telling you
C
This is the best news you're getting all week
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Cm7
Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
C
What remains of the airwaves
Cm/D# C
And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to
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Cm7
And all the hits are saying the same thing
Cm C
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (tonight)
Cm/D#
And life is finite
Cm7 C
But shit, it feels like forever
C
It feels like forever
(ah)
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Cm7
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
Cm7 C (C)
We're all wild
Cm7
Except for you
Cm7
And you know who you are
Cm7 C (C)
This is a love song
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Cm7
And you're getting older
Cm7 Cm7 C
I promise you this; you're getting older
(C) (C)
And there's improvements unless
Cm7
You're such a winner
Cm7 Cm7
That the future's a nightmare
C
And there's nothing I can do
(C) (C)
Nothing anyone can do about this
Cm/D# F
And oh, oh
C D# F
I'm offering you a chance to get even
Cm/D# F
And oh, oh
C D# F
you know very well the dialect of negation
Cm/D# F
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
C D# F
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
D# F C
But that's not right
C
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Cm/D#
And you're too sharp to be used
Cm7
Or you're too shocked from being used
Cm/D#
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Cm7
Raffling off limited edition shoes
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Cm/D#
And what's it you do again?
(Cm7)
Oh I'm a reminder
(Cm7)
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
(Cm7)
Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth
(Cm7)
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
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Cm7
Every lover favors the same things
Cm C
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me" (touch me tonight)
Cm7 C
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
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Cm/D#
And luck is always better than skill at things
C
We're flying blind
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Cm/D#
Oh good gracious
Cm7
I sound like my mom!
...
Cm/D# F
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
C D# (D#) F
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory
Cm/D# F
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
C D# (D#) F
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
Cm/D# F
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
C D# (D#) F
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
Cm/D# F
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
C D# (D#) F
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
Cm/D# F
And reasonable people know better than you
C D# (D#) F
That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game
Cm/D# F
And terrible people know better than you
C D# (D#) F
They're used and abused of the once so dear listener
Cm/D# F
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
C D# (D#) F
You're missing a party that you'll never get over
Cm/D# F
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
C D# (D#) F
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
Cm7 F C
But that's all lies
D# F C
That's all lies
C