Chekhov's Gun

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Verse 1:
 
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Even gold turns black under the soles 
       Em 
Broken CDs in the potholes, 
        G                                      D 
Out of reach just like the things you can't control  
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Eyes caught in brighter lights 
   Em 
Oh dear, the fear will never fade 
   G                                       
It hides between the fine lines of your face 
 

F#m                      G 
    And maybe this will fade with fame 
F#m                       G 
    Or shadow you like a given name 
A                                   G 
  Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame 
     A 
You hide away inside your room 
            G                  A 
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same 


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Verse 2:
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    You've got it figured out 
     Em 
But people aren't logical 
         G                                 D 
They'll drink the glass regardless of how full 
           F#m 
They live oblivious 
    Em 
To days that burn like cigarettes 
     G 
And fall in piles of things you soon forget  
 

F#m                      G 
    And maybe this will fade with fame 
F#m                       G 
    Or shadow you like a given name 
A                                   G 
  Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame 
     A 
You hide away inside your room 
            G                  A 
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same 


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Bridge:
G                  A 
    Your life's a power play 
      D 
Your curtain's contradictory 
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You shred the script and fake your victory 
G                    A 
    It's hidden in peripheral 
    D 
And so it glints like Chekhov's gun 
     G                  A 
The shot goes off, and yet the show goes on 

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F#m                      G 
    And maybe this will fade with fame 
F#m                       G 
    Or shadow you like a given name 
A                                   G 
  Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame 
     A 
You hide away inside your room 
            G                 A 
Close your eyes so nothing's changing 
       G                   A 
Not a moment's left worth taking 
      G                        A 
Everything's mundane, nothing else remains 
        G                   A 
Cause change and pain will always feel the same 


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