G                               D
Just like that it was winter again here in the desert.
       C                                 G
In June, our house was empty. In September it's full of house guests.
G                                      D
They're too punk, or I'm too punk, for words to come out
  C                                    G
sitting here in the living room of our beautiful, broken-down house.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
 G                                          D
I've been working so much lately, when I'm home I feel like a stranger
       C                   G
in a foreign country where I can't speak the language
     G                         D
of unemployment, minor crimes, plans to get the hell out
          C                                  G
I mutter fuck the police and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
           D            C            G
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da

[Verse 3]
G                                  D
We were in the kitchen, it was the week you first moved in.
    C                                 G
I said, We're glad to have you. You shrugged. Well, it's here or a ditch...
 G                                        D
Thanks for dancing, thanks for singing, thanks for sticking around
      C                                 G
and making a home with us here in our beautiful, broken-down house.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
 G                                      D
On my days off I like to sit up on the roof and watch the traffic.
            C                                       G
There's my buddy Micky from the laundromat, walking by looking pretty dope sick.
 G                                             D
And hell, I remember that walk, but I haven't taken it for three years now.
    C                                     G
So Micky, come here and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
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Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
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Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
     G                                D
The last couple weeks I know you've been having trouble breathing
C                       G
and maybe, truthfully, trouble with most things
G                                           D
but don't you worry if the pipes freeze and power goes out.
          C                                              G
We'll just be friends who are cold, in the dark, of our beautiful, broken-down house.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 5]
 G                                D
And just like that it was summer again here in Tucson.
    C                                G
In March our house was a jungle, in July it's an abandoned parking lot.
 G                                                    D
You move back to England, you move with the seasons, you move where it's hip right now.
    C                                      G
I say, fuck them all and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
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Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
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Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
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Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
           D            C            G    D G
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da