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Good Morning Hypocrite by Electric President





                     Good Morning Hypocrite


 





Intro/Verse: F C G

Verse1:

Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart.
Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
So we sing ...

Verse2:

I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
And I can sing ...

Bridge: C E F C G F Ab Bb C

C               E          F
Climbed from my bed, to collect the thoughts that'd
                C
fallen from my head,
    G               F                   Ab
And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the
                Bb
basement, and beyond.
And you didn't blink.

C                G          F                     G
On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank
           C
into the ground.
And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
C         G           F                   G           A
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
                    G                         E
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really
       F
know enough.

Verse3:

Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat.

Outro: F C G

Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts







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version 2





----------IN SHORT---------- 
Intro/Verse/Chorus : F C G
Bridge: C Em F C Bb F Ab Bb C
        C G F G C
Verse: F C G
Outro: F C G
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Intro:
F  C  G

Verse:
F                                      C                     G
Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart.
Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
So we sing ...  (F   C G) 

I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
And I can sing ... (F   C G)

Bridge: 
C               Em          F
Crawled from my bed, to collect the thoughts that had
                C
fallen from my head,
    Bb               F                   Ab
And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the
                Bb
basement, and beyond.
                   C
And you didn't blink.

C                G          F                     G              C
On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground.
C                G          F                     G                  C
And then the stars were blinking like kids who were staring into the wind.
C                G          F                     G           C
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
C         G           F                   G           Am
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
                    G                         
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really
       F
know enough.

Verse:
F                                              C               G
Our hands, our mouths, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
F                                              C               G
These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat.

Outro: F C G

Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts.







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