Pretty Machines

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Ah moonlight, it's hard to believe
Db                       G#      
 it, and it's harder to need it 
                D#
but so easily wanted
Pretty machines, expensive 
                 Db
magazines, I've been tricked into 
buying quite a number of things 
yeah;
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Bullshit and dreams, urban ease, 
                        D#
it means, I always leave taunted

     A#
And, you think you're a modern 
person, you think that you can 
ignore
silent isolation. My emancipation's 
G#
in the same place you get yours
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Oh whiskey sipped supinely while my
 A#                     G#         
 secrets escape. In the skyline of 
Db                G#      (D#)
hell there are no fire escapes.

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D#                                
Punk songs, I thought that they 
   Db                            
were different and I thought that 
          G#                       
they could end it. No, no it was a 
  D#
deception.
Well the number of tears, and the 
                     Db
number of beers were dried out and 
uncounted for a number of years, but
G#                                
these days it seems that my window
              D#
 was just a reflection.

       A#
Still, you think that you're not a 
servant, you think that you can 
avoid
stylish institution, worshiping 
           G#
illusion. Things you thought you 
could destroy.
    D#                             
Oh, crowded, loud and crimson was 
   A#                       G#    
my view from the pit. I was wild, 
      Db           G#         (D#)
I was weird, I was shackled to it.

~Solo bit~
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D#                         Db    
Wartime, it's so easy the fourth 
time, but on this side of the 
G#                         D#
shoreline we've already recovered.
Pretty machines, expensive routines,
     Db
 are clouding and obstructing quite 
a number of things.
  G#                           
Believe me, it's harder to feel 
                            D#
these days. It's harder to suffer.

     A#
And, you think you're a modern 
person, think you can watch 
something change
and move on without ya. Side by side
               G#
 with doubt ya listen to the world 
exchange
D#                         A#    
conversation starters over 
               G#         Db  
various meats in the skyline of 
            G#          D#
hell, where the tired retreat.