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[Verse 1]

D               Em                    G                  Gm
All the latest toughs, you've got to shrug them off or shut them off
           D                 Em                         G              Gm
With ten-thousand-time-told truths, you've still got to ask for proof, ask for proof,
                  A           G                    D              Em              G        A
because if you're dying to be led they'll lead you up the hill in chains to their popular refrains
         Bm                                     Em                      G
Until your slaughter's been arranged, my little lamb, and it's much too late to talk
     A                 D
the knife out of their hands

[Verse 2]
         D            Em             G                         Gm
Well, I woke up on a foggy morning. Hiding from the sun, he was hiding from the sun
       D               Em                  G                        Gm
But it came out and it shot its rays down. Burning everyone, it was burning everyone
               A         G               D                     Em              G
But they were dying, anyway, to turn to ash, to feel their feelings flash and finally fade away
      Gm
In a fabulous and fiery display

[Instrumental]
Em G D A x2

[Verse 3]
                       Em                             G
Look, though, I don't know what notes you want to hear played
                   D                         A                                 Em                G
I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, and I'm not sure what subjects you want mentioned
              D            A                           Em                          G
So pause and add your own intentions. Let's pause and add our own, let's pause and add our own
                D             A
let's pause and add our own intentions, right now

Em G D A x2

          Em              Gm
You were hiding from the sun

[Verse 4]
 D             Em                     G
All the latest toughs, well, we have seen that stuff
                 Gm     D              Em                       G
And we have seen enough blood in dying coughs, which means that we have lost
Gm                          A             G                      D             Em                   G
We have lost, and if you're crying to be tossed they'll toss you down the oubliette with all the old things
             A         Bm                                 E                    G               A
that You let yourself forget because you'd like to love a star who'd throw you down below the ground
            D
 he thinks you are