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D G
It's our call
D G
It sways, it stalls
D G A D
I need a little extra time alone, I'll maybe take the long way home
D G
Just enough to get it wrong
E F# G
Nothing like a bad decision says who you are
D G B A D
Fools rush in for the grist* in my, for the grist in my mill
G B A D
Can't you see when you're perfectly, when you're perfectly still
(* - What the hell is grist anyway? god, I'm such a dumbass)
Verses:
One big rout, all sold out
(??) we'll pay
Price tags on every other day
We're bankrupt here for now
But they can't take my anger, it can't be touched
Faded maps, pull out ramps
I won't contribute to our own demise
Pass up the consolation prize
It starts from here from now
Nothing like a bad decision...
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