Woe Is Me

Cm
Out in the everglades
G#M                          
Sleeping in with the poor is a 
D#M
fortune for the brave,
A#m          Cm
I can easily say that we will never 
change
G#M                 D#M          
But be implacable and never lose 
        A#m
your flames.

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Cm                                
Wouldn't you say that the world 
              G#M
has spit on you enough.
D#M                 A#m
Unanswered prayers, sleeping under 
streetlights
Cm                                
And I don't understand the danger 
             G#M     D#M          
of talking them up,  Talking them 
  A#m
up
Cm
Every night,
            G#M
You salvage every skyline,
D#M                               
Only enough so that you might have
   A#m       Cm
 the chance to feel fine.
             G#M             D#M
Nooooooooaaahhhoooooooo.
    A#m                Cm
The chance to feel fine.