Grand Central

Intro 
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F                Dm 
 I don't know anything 
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My life's an open field 
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I feel like a paper cup dissolving in a stream 
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The water around me comes flooding in my heart 
F               Dm     Am 
I don't have anyone to bail me out 
 

 
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  You can't see anything 
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When you're staring at the stars 
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In the Grand Central Station of our past 
 

 
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 I couldn't catch the future so quickly did it come 
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Subtract at least half of me from inside out 
 

 
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 The ghosts of the bright lights come walking in our doors 
F                     {Am} 
Take at least half of us or a little more 

F Am               F 
    Or a little more 
F Am               F 
    Or a little more 
F Fmaj7 Am               F 
          Or a little more 
F Fmaj7 Am            N.C. 
          Or a little more 
 

 
F                 Dm 
 I can't sleep anymore 
   Am              F 
My life's a marble arch 
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The sun is a paper train burning in our church 
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The shadows around me come flooding in my heart 
F                Dm     Am 
I don't have any way to keep them out 
 

 
F                         Dm          Am             F 
 The ghosts of the bright lights come walking in our doors 
F                     {Am} 
Take at least half of us or a little more 

F Am               F 
    Or a little more 
F Am               F 
    Or a little more 
F Fmaj7 Am               F 
          Or a little more  
F Fmaj7 Am 

{Instrumental} 
F Am {x4} 
F Dm Am {x2} 


 
F                         Dm          Am             F 
 The ghosts of the bright lights come walking in our doors 
F                     Am 
Take at least half of us or a little more 
F                         Dm          Am             F 
 The ghosts of the bright lights come walking in our doors 
F                     Am 
Take at least half of us or a little more 
F Am               F 
    Or a little more 
(I will always come through) 
F Am               F 
    Or a little more 
(Always come through) 
 

Outro 
F Am              F 
  Always come through 
F Am              F 
  Always come through 
F Am              F 
  Always come through 
F Am              F 
  Always come through 

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F Dm Am {x4} (fade out)