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