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[Intro]
A

[Verse 1]
          D                                   A                      F#m  A
They're singing Bread of Heaven but they're baking it with our dough
D                                A                F#m  A
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
            D                            A             F#m                    A
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence that grew up to be a deafening hush
D                       A                 F#m  A
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push

[Pre-Chorus]
       E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
       D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
   E
I move against the tide of the tourists
       F#m                          A
I am lacking but they're looking replete

[Verse 2] 
        D                              A                        F#m  A
He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
       D                         A                F#m  A
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero 
     D                               A           F#m                    A
And if you're keeping track of the notches, even if he had a four-poster bed
           D                     A                          F#m           A
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip, plucking splinters from his head

[Pre-Chorus]
       E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
       D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
   E
I move against the tide of the tourists
       F#m                          A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
     E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
                D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
        E
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
        F#m                      A
And we feel like we're the only ones

[Chorus]
A          E     D            F#m    A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
      E       D             F#m        A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
      E           D                     F#m          A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
      E       D                        F#m           
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom

[Post-Chorus]
D                              A                     F#m  A
I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
           D                 A                  F#m                    A
Bring its mouth to my lips: "Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"

[Bridge]
     A                  D            A               D
We kneel at different altars but we all desire the same:
      A               D               Bm           A
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
       A                   D           Bm               A
We're small steps down a steep slope, exist as living proof:
     F#m                A
Not right to call this old age
          Bm
But it certainly ain't youth no more
         D
This certainly ain't youth

[Verse 3]
          D                       A                               F#m  A
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled between the cobble stones
             D                            A               F#m  A
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
      D                             A                  F#m                        A
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls? Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
D                           A                           F#m   A
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face

[Pre-Chorus]
       E
The students spilling out at the bus stop
       D
Are forcing me to walk in the street
   E
I move against the tide of the tourists
       F#m                          A
I am lacking but they're looking replete
     E
My vision is fading, it's blurry
                D
There are fingerprints all over the sun
      E
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
      F#m                     A
And I feel like I'm the only one

[Chorus]
A          E     D            F#m    A
I'm hung empty: All night all afternoon
      E       D             F#m        A
Hung empty, horse and, not bride and groom
      E           D                     F#m          A
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
      E       D                        F#m           
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom

[Outro]
D                                     E    F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D                             E              F#m
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
D                                     E    F#m
Feels like I've been waiting on it, nearly all my life
D                             E              F#m     A
But what, if this is it now, what if this is how we die?
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