He Was a Jazzman The Flatliners
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Tuning: Standard
(Intro Riff)
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[Dm] [/] [Am] [/] [Dm] [/] [Am] [/] [A#] [/] [F] [/] [G]
[Dm] I [Am]see you [Dm]gripping tight to the [Am]rails of your hospital [A#]bed
[F] You [G]move so slow
[Dm] You [Am]say the [Dm]pain you feel is too[Am] great to be inside your [A#]head
[F] I know,[G] I know
[A#] You [F]move so [G]slow, yeah
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[F] It don't [C]mean anything to me
[Dm] We start to [Am]die when we begin to [A#]breathe
[F] But I'll keep [C]scratching at your sympa[G]thy
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(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS VERSE)
I'll wander these white halls
Scale all the walls for a thread of hope
Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke
I'd pray if it meant anything to me
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
Prepare yourself for the big sleep
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(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS CHORUS)
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
[F]I'll keep[C] scratching at your sympathy
[Dm]Until you're[Am] good and ready to leave
[A#]Until you [C]feel a lot like [F]me, yeah
(ENTIRE FOLLOWING SECTIONS FOLLOW THE Dm / Am / Dm / Am / A# / F / G PROGRESSION)
With curved eyes I smile
As a bad excuse sits next to you
Grinning crooked teeth
They'll all be gone soon
As the door handle swings
I'm having trouble hearing you
You think I'm crazy, don't you?
Count your bones and clean 'em good
It's come to this just like we knew it would
We knew it would, we knew it would
The world's become a hospital
Will someone medicate us please?
I'd pray if it meant anything to me
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
Prepare yourself for the big sleep
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
Come count your bones and clean 'em good
It's come to this just like we knew it would
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
Finish on G
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