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TV On The Radio - DLZ

Abm                    E                B
Congratulations on the mess you made of things
Abm                          E                B
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
Abm                  E              B
And oxidation is the compromise you own
    Abm                                E
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her
B
bones saved

Abm      E        B
lalala – lalala - lalala

Abm                          E            B
You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Abm                        E                  B
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
Abm                             E              B
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
    Abm                                E
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her
B
lead

Abm      E        B
lalala – lalala - lalala

Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the long
                    B
winded blues of the never
Abm                                 E
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly
    B
and finding a throat to choke

Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the long
                    B
winded blues of the never
Abm                             E
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
    B
and blowing the crows, the smoke

Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the long
                    B
winded blues of the never
Abm                         E
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken
    B
and shoving the souls to ghost

Abm
Eternalized. Objectified.
E                      B
You set your sights so high.
    Abm
But this is beginning to feel like
    E                          B
the bolt busted loose from the lever

Abm
Never mind. Death professor
E                      B
Your structure's fine. My dust is better
Abm
Your victim flies so high
E                         B
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

Abm
Never you mind. Death professor.
E             B
Love is life. My love is better.
Abm
Your victim flies so high
E                              B
Eyes could be the diamonds. Confused with who's next

Abm
Never you mind. Death professor.
E                     B
Your shocks are fine, My struts are better.
Abm
Your fiction flies so high,
E                         B
Y'all could use a doctor. Who's sick, who's next?

Abm
Never you mind. Death professor.
E            B
Electrified, my love is better
Abm
It's crystallized, so'm I.
E                         B
All could be the diamond. Fused with who's next

Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B
forever
Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B
forever
Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B
forever