Fm7
Fm7
Everybody's singing the same song
F
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight" (tonight)
Fm/G# F
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
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Fm7
But truth be told we all have the same end
F
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Fm/G#
But I'm telling you
F
This is the best news you're getting all week
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Fm7
Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
F
What remains of the airwaves
Fm/G# F
And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to
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Fm7
And all the hits are saying the same thing
Fm F
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (tonight)
Fm/G#
And life is finite
Fm7 F
But shit, it feels like forever
F
It feels like forever
(ah)
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Fm7
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
Fm7 F (F)
We're all wild
Fm7
Except for you
Fm7
And you know who you are
Fm7 F (F)
This is a love song
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Fm7
And you're getting older
Fm7 Fm7 F
I promise you this; you're getting older
(F) (F)
And there's improvements unless
Fm7
You're such a winner
Fm7 Fm7
That the future's a nightmare
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And there's nothing I can do
(F) (F)
Nothing anyone can do about this
Fm/G# A#
And oh, oh
F G# A#
I'm offering you a chance to get even
Fm/G# A#
And oh, oh
F G# A#
you know very well the dialect of negation
Fm/G# A#
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
F G# A#
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
G# A# F
But that's not right
F
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Fm/G#
And you're too sharp to be used
Fm7
Or you're too shocked from being used
Fm/G#
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Fm7
Raffling off limited edition shoes
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Fm/G#
And what's it you do again?
(Fm7)
Oh I'm a reminder
(Fm7)
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
(Fm7)
Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth
(Fm7)
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
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Fm7
Every lover favors the same things
Fm F
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me" (touch me tonight)
Fm7 F
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
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Fm/G#
And luck is always better than skill at things
F
We're flying blind
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Fm/G#
Oh good gracious
Fm7
I sound like my mom!
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Fm/G# A#
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
F G# (G#) A#
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory
Fm/G# A#
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
F G# (G#) A#
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
Fm/G# A#
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
F G# (G#) A#
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
Fm/G# A#
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
F G# (G#) A#
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
Fm/G# A#
And reasonable people know better than you
F G# (G#) A#
That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game
Fm/G# A#
And terrible people know better than you
F G# (G#) A#
They're used and abused of the once so dear listener
Fm/G# A#
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
F G# (G#) A#
You're missing a party that you'll never get over
Fm/G# A#
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
F G# (G#) A#
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
Fm7 A# F
But that's all lies
G# A# F
That's all lies
F