Dance Yrself Clean

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Key:
Bb Gm
Bb Gm
Bb Gm
Bb Gm [Verse 1]
Bb Gm Walking up to me expecting, walking up to me
Bb Expecting words, it happens all the
Gm time
Bb Gm Present company accepted, present company
Bb Except the worst, it happens every
Gm night
Bb Cm Gm Ah-ahh.......Present company,
Bb Gm excluded every time
Bb Cm Gm Bb Ah-ahh.......Present company,
Gm the best that you can find [Verse 2]
Bb Talking like a jerk, except you are
Gm an actual jerk
Bb And living proof that sometimes
Gm friends are mean
Bb Gm Present company expect it, present company
Bb Just laugh it off, it's better than
Gm it seems
Bb Cm Gm Ah-ahh.......Present company,
Bb Gm excluded every way
Bb Cm Gm Bb Ah-ahh.......Present company,
Gm makes me want to stay [Verse 3]
Bb Killing it with close inspecting,
Gm killing it
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Bb Can only make it worse, it sort of
Gm makes it breed
Bb Gm Present company accepting, presently we all
Bb Expect the worst, works just like a
Gm need
Bb Cm Gm Ah-ahh.......Present company,
Bb Gm excluded in the night
Bb Cm Gm Bb Ah-ahh.......Present company,
Gm makes me wanna fight
Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Ah-ahh..............Ah-ahh............
Gm
Bb Cm Gm Bb Cm Aaaahh..............Ah-ahh............
Gm [Bass drop]
Bb Cm Gm
Bb Cm Gm
Bb Cm Gm
Bb Cm Gm [Bridge/Outro]
Bb Gm Don't you want me to wake up? Then give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made from make outs So give it just a little more time
Bb Gm We've got to bring our results I wanna play it 'til the time comes But there's a string of divorces You go and throw your little hands up
Bb Gm I miss the way the night comes With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others
Bb Gm So go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're throwing marks into pieces Baby, they're arguments, the pieces
Bb Gm It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show Work a little bit
Bb Gm Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pile-up with you Everybody's getting younger It's the end of an era, it's true And you go Stop, stop, stop, stop
Bb Gm Make me into bigger pieces It's as though he's home with you Wait until the weekend And we can make our dreams come true And it's a-go, Yeah, it's a-go And if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best thing to do
Bb Gm Go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're throwing marks into pieces Maybe they're arguments, the pieces, Oh!
Bb Gm We should try a little harder In the tedious march of the few Every day's a different warning There's a part of me hoping it's true
Song details

Composition: D F A

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