A Makeover

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[Verse 1]

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It's like a makeover when the 
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filming's over and she doesn't know
       E         B          A
how to fix it so that it'll stay,
and she can't figure out how to 
E                       B
tease out her hair that way herself.
            E                
And when she wakes up all the 
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make-up has rubbed away
        E                   B     
and she doesn't know how to find 
   A
her face.
A               E       B
It was only for one single day
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that you looked so beautiful, baby.
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Now your cheeks have gone pale, 
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and your roots dark gray.
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And though they nod as they notice 
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you're nice,
A              E   B
baby, nobody's noticing twice.
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Dim the lights as your memory of 
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paradise fades.

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[Verse 2]
            E             B       
I'm like an architect who cashed 
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his check, but he doesn't let
E                B              A
on that it's the last one he'll get.
                    E          B
Though he knows the funds have run 
dry,
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he wants to have fun for one final 
 B
night,
A                E               
staring out at a skyline that 
     B
he'll never change.
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They're saying, 'though we like all
      E                 B
 the things that you've made,
A               E            B
notice no one remembers your name.
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As you float through time, feel 
  A        B           E
your powers decline day by day.

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E B A

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[Verse 3]
              E                B  
You're like a convert who goes 
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back to work when he can't retrieve
        E       B        A
how the clarity actually felt.
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When his coworkers ask him the 
        B
words won't come out.
       E               B          
And in three weeks his new leaf 
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has blown away
       E                  B       
and it feels just like an average 
A
day:
                     E        B
facing walls talking into the phone,
A                 E           B
sitting dumbly in church all alone,
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picking back up the magazines 
         B
he'd thrown away.
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Well, convert, what your god 
           E         B
whispered into your ear
A                    E
you forgot once that god 
       B
disappeared,
A                      E         
and that life-changing day, you 
            B
just felt it fade.
                     F#m
You know it's got to fade, yeah,
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you know it's got to fade, oh, you 
                 B
know it's got to fade, and,
        A           B             
falling down on the couch, he 
                      E
says, it's perfectly that way.