The Re-Arranger Mates of State
Intro: F, Bb, C
[F]Red colonial houses lining all the [Am]snow white streets.
[F]Working out all our problems there in the [Am]back of the house where the
ghosts all sleep.
[Bb]I know it's [C]impossible but you should try to shake it [F]off.
With that shot to the chest, boy.
I know you [Am]mean it, you mean it, you mean it, you mean it.
[F]Defining the problems here it's the t[Am]hreat at home of regret at home.
[Bb]I know it's imp[C]ossible, but you should try to shake it o[F]ff.
And if you really wanna shake it [Bb]off.
You're gonna re[C]-arrange u[F]s.
Just stop and shake it o[Bb]ff.
You're gonna re[C]-arrange u[F]s.
You were turning in anger.
She's staring at the back twin trees.
(You've got a fury for the smallest things.
You've got to bury it in your head.)
Kicking back all that fury there to the part of your head where it can live and seethe.
I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off.
With that shot to the chest, boy.
I know you mean it, you meant it, you mean it, you mean it.
(Staring at the back, twin trees while you're spinning your anger red.)
Now I know what's inside you.
I know I don't want you.
I know I don't want you.
I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off.
And if you really want her shake it off, you've got to re-arrange us.
Just stop and shake it off.
You've gotta re-arrange us.
Re-arrange us.
Oooh.
Love loud, don't lose loud.
Re-arrange us.
You're the re-arranger.
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