Last Rites At The Jane Hotel

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[Verse 1]

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  Other people can be so disappointing
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I need to spend more time alone
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What gives us the right to be so depressing?
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224 West 16th Street was our cathedral

[Refrain]

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These tears I cry for you must prove that I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be

[Verse 2]

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  You say you love me though, just like you, I'm too shady
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Knowing what you know, it must be hard to trust someone who's so similar to yourself
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Don't you know it's pointless to try and bully me into caring more
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It's through no fault of your own, it's really just the boredom of being someone's captive

[Refrain]

      F#m             Bm                     F#m                    G
These tears I cry for you must prove that I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be

D#m C#maj7
       Drinking at the Jane hotel
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   'Til it was overrun by terrible people
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   We heard him say his name from the train

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As usual, eyes dead from anti-anxiety meds
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And the old gang grasping for air that's not there

[Bridge]

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Seeking out my own authentic
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season in hell
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Though it doesn't feel quite as pompous
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At least not as I can
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At least not as I can tell

[Intro callback]

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[Middle 8]

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The misery loop that you sent me on
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It wrecked me for other summers
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But now that I am free and almost alone
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Down in Chelsea, I feel better

[Verse 3]

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Why would you ask? Why should you care how I'm doing?
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Do I bother you with those kinds of vapid questions anymore?
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I wanna matter, I wanna be your friend, not a poison
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This kind of love, our kind of love is so demoralizing

[Refrain]

      F#m             Bm                     F#m                    A#           B
These tears I cry for you must prove that I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be

[Bridge]

G#          E  G#        A#
Seeking out my own authentic
E         F#7
season in hell
          B
Though it doesn't feel quite as pompous
E               F#
At least not as I can
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At least not as I can tell

[Bridge]

G#          E  G#        A#
Seeking out my own authentic
E         F#7
season in hell
          B
Though it doesn't feel quite as caustic
E               F#
At least not as I can
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At least not as I can
E               F#
At least not as I can tell


[Outro]

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