[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
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In the shower of the tentacled towers by the red light of America 
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I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying
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And the underground heroes of the tarmac, shoot smack, were blowing up worlds, and damned out loud.
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Hey, can you tell me, how does it feel?
 
 
[Chorus]
                 E                B             F#             B
Yeah, tell me... Can you imagine, for a second, doing anything, that you don't have to?
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Well that's what I'm accustomed to, so hooray for me... and fuck you!
 
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[Verse 2]
       B                             C#m
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank
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My angeldevil reveler shook me desperately in dying 
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I don't exactly want to apologize for anything... 
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And now we're all mad... and tangled... in sacred rooms... with roman candels 
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On an endless graveyard train. 
 
 
[Chorus]
                 E               B              F#             B                          E
Yeah, tell me... Can you imagine, for a second, doing anything just because you want to? 
                 B             F#
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me... and fuck you! 
 
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[Bridge]
            E                    B                  F#               B
Yeah, I was dreaming through The Howzlife, yawning, car black in the night 
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She told me mad and meaningless as ever 
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And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme 
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For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence! 
 
 
[Solo]
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E B F#
 
 
[Chorus]
           E                B             F#                     B                     E
Tell me... Can you Imagine, for a second, trying half the things you ever wanted to? 
                 B             F#
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me... Oh yeah... 
 
E                    B                   F#
I'm not respactable, and never sensible, I've been incredible 
B                    E          B               F#
So damned irascible, I like the things I do, so hooray for me... and fuck you! 
 
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