Hundreds Of Ways

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What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
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What a dream to just be walking on the ground
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What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
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It came before and Im still looking for that now
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It took centuries to build these twisted cities
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It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
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And all the tour guide could say was, "take your pictures folks, it's late.
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Try your best to remember what was done."
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Don't look so forlorn
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Don't look so scared
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Don't look so upset
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This world was never fair
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
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There are hundreds of ways
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Now you just find one
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I used to think time was of the essence
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Now I just wish I could get some sleep
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All these strange parades of sands the city makes when I lie down
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Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
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Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
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I guess I can see it from the side
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Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be
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I hope I am forgotten when I die
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Don't contradict me
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Don't make me cross the line
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If you feel threatened
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its only cause I might
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But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
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Yes There are hundreds of ways
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so you best find one
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All my heroes they're all talk
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running in circles
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Some stopwatch some chaos
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Love was the message
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Full stop
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We ramble on and on
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We ramble on and on
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I stole all the rhinestones outta of Carolina
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Sold them out in bakersfield for cash
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The band shell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan
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Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
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And now any sucker can turn boredom in to violence
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a sociopath riding on a bus
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his irises are black from his novelty contacts
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he looks around but he cant see the rest of us
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In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light
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yah its getting dark bro
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but I've always loved the night
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But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
       (You can play this chord to mimic the horns here F#m(9th fret barchord))
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There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways to get though the day
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Just find one
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