Tono: G
Introducción: Dm Bb Gm C
Dm Gm Dm Gm
You know what makes me happy, the things that make you sad
Dm Gm Dm Gm
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
Dm Gm Dm Gm
I found my indecision, the product of the media grime
Dm Gm Dm Gm C
The feel that I control will have you press rewind
F Gm F
And now I'm on the wings, hoping that you'll hear
Gm F
Don't bother to respond, you love to hear me again
Gm F Gm
And when the sun beams down all of your lies, close, close, yeah close the light
Dm Bb Gm C)
Dm Bb Gm C Dm Bb Gm C
The sky's all grey in the barracks, I know I'm a lousy hero
Dm Bb Gm C Dm Bb Gm C
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
F Gm F Gm
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes, close, close, yeah close (conscience)
Bb F C Gm
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
Bb F C Bb Dm Gm Dm Bb Gm C)
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played
Dm Bb Gm C)
Dm Bb Gm C Dm Bb Gm C
And in the end of a season, the voices turn it all off
Dm Bb Gm C Dm Bb Gm C
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
Bb F C Gm
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
Bb F C Bb Dm Gm
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played (that's good)