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