Guitarred and Feathered chords by Every Time I Die

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Verse 1
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This is a cause for celebration here
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in the belly of the swarm.
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The situation de mands
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that we raise our glasses
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I honor of the spokesman we've
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fixated to the floor.
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Give us your headlines, hymns,
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and your saddest verse.
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You're not partnered with the half
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hearted any   more.
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Our legs are spread wide open.
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Our weary heads are splitting
at the seams
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And we all know your proficient in
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the idioms  of grief.
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We are capable of the kind
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of love about
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Which only the
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petrified can   speak.
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Concede him the microphone
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let him sing the triumphs
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Of the frauds to all his loyal
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sycofanatics.
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We all cater to the fire once the walls come rush
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ing down for shame.
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I can say it better than you felt it.
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And   I can be it
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bigger than you needed it.
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I   haven't spent
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a day of my life apart
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From the one everyone's read about.
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I'll spark de-evolution.
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I   I was specially bred for the cover
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page of your magazines.
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I've been fattened up for
the guillotines.
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Sweet talker,
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you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb.
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I can show you how to have a good
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time.
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I know why you came here,
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but neither of us
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Will get what you want out of
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me.
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This room has one too many laur
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eates so I'm keeping my peace.
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Every candidate ends his life with a cliche,
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And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the
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grave.
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I've been spoiled rotten.
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Every thought I've
authored has curdled.
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Not everything is poetry but I
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can't convince you of that.
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I've been drawn and quartered.
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I've been twice picked over.
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And it's sickening what you've
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come here today to celebrate.
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Fuck yea we're
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gonna party to night.
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I am capable of the kind of love about
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Which only the intoxicated and
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the California bound can weep.