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Bright Eyes - Lets Not Shit Ourselves chords

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This is an extension of the version tabbed by Papa Torry.  
I have just Augmented the file so it just contains the chords
and added chords to the rest of the verses.

Intro
C, E, Am, F, G x4

C                 E
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
Am               F       G
baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
C                   E
As I pass in a car buried under the influence.
Am                     F         G
The city's driving me out of my mind.
C                             E
I 've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
Am                   F                  G
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree,
C                          E
And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Am                      F     G
Next time he will not aim so high.
Am                G           C
Yeah, next time, neither will I.


C                                   E
A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Am                          F         G
Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list.
C                                      E
Meanwhile, a coroner kneels, beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
Am                                       F       G
He knows that there are worse things than being alone.
C                                   E
So, I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
Am                                F          G
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
C                          E
Ambition, I've found, can only lead to failure.
Am         F         G
I do not read the reviews.
Am           G           C
No, I am not singing for you.


C, E, Am, F, G x4.
Am, G, C


C                                   E
I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
Am                                   F                     G
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
C                                      E
With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real,
Am             F           G
At least a telephone call home.
C                              E
Well, my teachers, they built the retaining wall memory,
Am                         F             G
All those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
C                             E
And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
Am              F      G
But at least I got an 'A'.
Am               G        C
So I don't have them to blame.


C                               E
I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment 
Am                                    F              G
Of all those public action figures, the cowboy president.
C                            E
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit 
Am              F       G
When they've made a mistake.
C                          E
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, 
Am                                 F                 G
He knows he don't have to say it, so it don't bother him. 
C                                  E
"Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion."
Am                   F       G
And the approval rating's high.
Am                 G     C
And so someone's gonna die.


C                E
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
Am                                       F          G
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. 
C                          E
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
Am                      F           G
We are still the pawns in their game. 
C                                    E
As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see,
Am                                   F             G
And we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. 
C                                             E
Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee:
Am             F                    G
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Am                  G                   C
Oh, and the Blues? I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!


C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C


C                         E
Well, I awoke in relief.  My sheets and tubes were all tangled.
Am                           F             G
Weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital. 
C                         E
My father was there, in a chair by the window, 
Am         F     G
staring so far away.
C                               E
I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
Am                          F                G
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless 
C                                  E
And there is nothing you could do that would ever change this.
Am              F     G
I'm not angry. It hap-pens. 
Am            G             C
But you just can't do it again.


C                          E
So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency.
Am                       F              G
While a million objects pass through my periphery. 
C                              E
So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me. 
Am                         F          G
I've been staring too long at the screen.
C                                   E
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? 
Am                        F                      G
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest of melodies. 
C                             E
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery;
Am          F        G
To love and to be loved.
Am               G         C
Let's just hope that is enough.


C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C
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