C#m7
C#m7
Everybody's singing the same song
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It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight" (tonight)
C#m/E C#
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
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C#m7
But truth be told we all have the same end
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Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
C#m/E
But I'm telling you
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This is the best news you're getting all week
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C#m7
Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
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What remains of the airwaves
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And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to
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C#m7
And all the hits are saying the same thing
C#m C#
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (tonight)
C#m/E
And life is finite
C#m7 C#
But shit, it feels like forever
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It feels like forever
(ah)
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C#m7
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
C#m7 C# (C#)
We're all wild
C#m7
Except for you
C#m7
And you know who you are
C#m7 C# (C#)
This is a love song
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C#m7
And you're getting older
C#m7 C#m7 C#
I promise you this; you're getting older
(C#) (C#)
And there's improvements unless
C#m7
You're such a winner
C#m7 C#m7
That the future's a nightmare
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And there's nothing I can do
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Nothing anyone can do about this
C#m/E F#
And oh, oh
C# E F#
I'm offering you a chance to get even
C#m/E F#
And oh, oh
C# E F#
you know very well the dialect of negation
C#m/E F#
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
C# E F#
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
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But that's not right
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C#m/E
And you're too sharp to be used
C#m7
Or you're too shocked from being used
C#m/E
By these bullying children of the fabulous
C#m7
Raffling off limited edition shoes
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C#m/E
And what's it you do again?
(C#m7)
Oh I'm a reminder
(C#m7)
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
(C#m7)
Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth
(C#m7)
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
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C#m7
Every lover favors the same things
C#m C#
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me" (touch me tonight)
C#m7 C#
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
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C#m/E
And luck is always better than skill at things
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We're flying blind
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C#m/E
Oh good gracious
C#m7
I sound like my mom!
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C#m/E F#
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
C# E (E) F#
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory
C#m/E F#
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
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But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
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By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
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'Till versions of versions of others repeating
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Come laughing at everything we thought was important
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While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
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And reasonable people know better than you
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That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game
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And terrible people know better than you
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They're used and abused of the once so dear listener
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So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
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You're missing a party that you'll never get over
C#m/E F#
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
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That you stood in the background oh until you got older
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But that's all lies
E F# C#
That's all lies
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