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D#m F# B F#  D#m F# B F#

[Verse]
D#m
Have you read the script?
F#              B      F#
   Could you picture it?
            B         F#
... is it worth the risk?

D#m               F#
   Everything I love
   B        F#
Is on the line
          B    F#
On these neon signs

[Pre-Chorus]
D#m                  F#
But I need to know- when you looked 
away
            B             F#      
Was it something that I said? Was 
        B             F#
it something that I said?
D#m              F#              
Well okay, okay, I need you more 
        B       F#
than I did before
               B                 F#
Now that the concrete is nearly set

[Chorus]
D#m          F#              B  
Here in the second act I'm 
      F#
living in repair
Continues after the ad
D#m              F#              
Strange how the heart adapts when
       B         F#
 its pieces disappear
D#m             F#              
And there, on page 28, I'm so 
B               F#
tired of drying glue
   D#m             F#           B
I begin my grand attempt at 
               F#
building something new

[Verse]
D#m                    F#
Though I tend to write
     B     F#         B     F#
The epiphany more immediately
D#m                             
I guess I'm trusting that there's 
   F#
such a thing
    B     F#     B      F#
As elegance in dissonance

[Pre-Chorus]
D#m                  F#
God, I'm skeptical of pulling scenes
            B             F#      
Was it something that I said? was 
        B             F#
it something that I did?
D#m                       F#     
Please don't get me wrong - I 
     B           F#
still need your help
      B            F#
As history repeats itself

[Chorus]
D#m          F#              B  
Here in the aftermath, I'm 
      F#
pulling at the seams
D#m              F#              
Strange how the heart adapts in 
       B         F#
the absence of routine
D#m                F#           
And there, on page 29, I find 
B               F#
"new" and make it mine
       D#m                F#      
But I can't help casting shadows 
   B             F#
on all I leave behind

[Bridge]
G#m                      D#m
Maybe I could afford to change a 
bit...
F#
Even let go of the reigns?
      G#m                         
Every torn out page was worth the 
D#m
risk
A#m                           C#
Now that the stakes have been raised

[Chorus]
   D#m           F#            
So here in the final draft, I've 
    B          F#
given all I have
D#m              F#              
Strange how the heart expands in 
      B          F#
the absence of a plan
D#m                  F#          
There's nothing left on the page,
      B        F#
 but I'm okay with that
    D#m          F#
For I found my resolution
        B                    F#
Was designed for stronger hands