Hung Empty

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[Verse 1]
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They're singing Bread of Heaven but
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 they're baking it with our dough
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Living as common criminal, but 
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acting local hero
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Wish I'd savoured that awkward 
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little silence that grew up to be 
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a deafening hush
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Curling up, cuddling a big red 
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button to push

[Pre-Chorus]
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The students spilling out at the bus
 stop
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Are forcing me to walk in the street
   E
I move against the tide of the 
tourists
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I am lacking but they're looking 
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replete

[Verse 2]
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He's playing dickhead's advocate 
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and every date's a house show
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I'm dropping my defences 'til 
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libido's my libero
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And if you're keeping track of the 
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notches, even if he had a 
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four-poster bed
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He'd be sleeping on a pile of 
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woodchip, plucking splinters from 
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his head

[Pre-Chorus]
       E
The students spilling out at the bus
 stop
       D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
   E
I move against the tide of the 
tourists
       F#m                      
I am lacking but they're looking 
    A
replete
     E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
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                D
There are fingerprints all over the 
sun
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We're glad to be loved but we're 
lonely
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And we feel like we're the only ones

[Chorus]
A          E     D            
I'm hung empty: All night all 
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afternoon
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Hung empty, horse and, not bride 
      A
and groom
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Hung empty, the world spins but 
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we'll barricade the room
      E       D                   
Hung empty, hang onto me, and 
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we'll quarantine the gloom

[Post-Chorus]
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I've been penning odes to 
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continental bottled lager
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Bring its mouth to my lips: "Oh 
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holy holy, I do not know what I'd 
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do without you"

[Bridge]
     A                  D         
We kneel at different altars but 
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we all desire the same:
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For someone else to seize the bow 
    Bm           A
to find a truer aim
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We're small steps down a steep 
          Bm               A
slope, exist as living proof:
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Not right to call this old age
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But it certainly ain't youth no more
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This certainly ain't youth

[Verse 3]
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I wanna shrink to a size to be 
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coddled between the cobble stones
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For you to grow to a height to 
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drape a shadow over all of us
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Oh, would you let me rest in your 
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flesh rolls? Lay my languor in the
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 calm of your shade?
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Sink into its dark until I lose 
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my hands in front of my face

[Pre-Chorus]
       E
The students spilling out at the bus
 stop
       D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
   E
I move against the tide of the 
tourists
       F#m                      
I am lacking but they're looking 
    A
replete
     E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
                D
There are fingerprints all over the 
sun
      E
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
      F#m                     A
And I feel like I'm the only one

[Chorus]
A          E     D            
I'm hung empty: All night all 
F#m    A
afternoon
      E       D             F#m  
Hung empty, horse and, not bride 
      A
and groom
      E           D           
Hung empty, the world spins but 
          F#m          A
we'll barricade the room
      E       D                   
Hung empty, hang onto me, and 
     F#m
we'll quarantine the gloom

[Otro]
D                                 
Feels like I've been waiting on 
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it, nearly all my life
D                             E  
But what, if this is it now, what
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 if this is how we die?
D                                 
Feels like I've been waiting on 
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it, nearly all my life
D                             E  
But what, if this is it now, what
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 if this is how we die?