Going for the Gold chords by Bright Eyes

SimplifiedG · Em · D · Bm · C …

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Intro 1
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There's a voice on the phone

Verse 1
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Telling what had happened,
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Some kind of confusion
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More like a disaster.
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And it wondered

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Verse 2

how you

were left unaffected,

But you had no knowledge.

No, the chemicals covered you.

So a jury was formed

Verse 3
G 
As more liquor was poured.
Em 
No need for conviction,
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D 
They're not thirsting for justice.
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D 
But I slept with the lies I keep
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inside my head.

Verse 4
Em 
I found out I was guilty.
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D 
I found out I was guilty.
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D 
But I won't be around for
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the sentencing,
Em 
Cause I'm leaving
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On the next airplane.

Verse 5
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And though I know that my actions are
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Bm 
impossible to justify
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D 
They seem adequate to fill up my time.
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But if I could talk to myself
Bm 
Like I was

Verse 6
Em 
someone else,
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Well then maybe I could
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Bm 
take your advice,
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And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.
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Interlude 1

There's a film

Verse 7

on the wall,

Makes the people look small

Who are sitting beside it,

All consumed in the drama.

Verse 8
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D 
They must return to their lives once
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the hero has died.
Em 
They will drive to the office
D 
Stopping somewhere for coffee,
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Where the folk singers,
Em 
D 
G 
poets and playwrights convene,

Verse 9

Dispensing their wisdom,

Oh dear amateur orators.

They will detail

Verse 10

their pain

In some standard refrain.

They will recite their sadness

Like it's some kind of contest.

Verse 11
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Bm 
Well, if it  is, I think I am winning it,
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All beaming with confidence
A 
As I make my final lap.
F# 
The gold medal gleams
Bm 
So hang it around my

Verse 12

neck

Cause I am deserving it:

The champion of idiots.

But a kid carries

Verse 13
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his walkman on
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Bm 
that long bus ride to Omaha.
C 
I know a girl who cries when
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she practices violin.
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C 
D 
Cause each note sounds so pure,
Bm 
Em 
it just cuts into  her,
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And then the melody comes
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Bm 
Em 
pouring out her eyes.