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False Advertising

Bright Eyes

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d?:2120xx
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a: 033300
g?:33450x
     d            d?              b?            a    
On a string I was held. The way I move, can you tell?
   g?          a                 d           d           d?       
My actions are orchestrated from above. So I swing and I sway.
        b?            a              g?     a              d
Wave my hand. Kick my leg. And it is always right with the music.

"Until all that swinging starts to make you sick"
(repeat above)
For a song I was bought. Now I lie when I talk with a careful eye on the cue card.
Onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow well rehearsed.
So give me all your pity and your money. Now.
"We used to think that sound was something pure"
d                   d?                 b?              a          
If I could act like this was my real life and not some cage where I've been 
d
placed,
d                          d?                 b?            a
then, I could tell you the truth like I used to and not be afraid of 
         d
sounding fake.
             g?                  a           d-    
Now all that anyone is listening for are the mistakes.


In a house, by myself, I hear the ice start to melt and watch rooftops weep for the sunlight.
And I know what must change. Fuck my face. Fuck my name.
They are brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have.
Something true I have lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for.
But I found in a song and in the people I love. They will lift me up out of darkness.
Now my door stands open. I am inviting everyone in. We will drink.
We will laugh until the morning comes. That is what we are going to do.

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