Weight Of The World

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A    C#       F#m           D                   A
  Monday fell hard like the weight of the world
D           A    E
weighing down my shoulders
A     C#   F#m             D            A
  Tuesday,     why did you stay so late
       E           A
this I can't abide

Chorus:
B5                     D5                   A F#7
   So I stand in line,    so I wait in line
B               D   E         F#m
everyone must honor their own     anodyne
B5                   D5                  A
   so I hang around,    so I hang around
    F#7
and now we hear the
D
homeless philharmonic singin'
A          A/G#    A/F#  E
all the Charlie's angels to their
D                               E
heavenly convergence in the sky
D                   E
  you and me, come on let's hitch a ride

Paint me confused on a carnival cruise
this tortured ambulance chaser
but I'm cured, I've got two feet on the floor
guess that's all I need

Chorus

I must confide that I'm fit to be tied
I'm fit to be homeward rollin'
attuned, beneath the wayward moon
singing me to sleep

C#
    and as the weekend's ending
F#m
    with the weekdays pending
B
    having trouble comprehending
E                E7
how I'll make it through

Till I stand in line, till I wait in line
everyone must honor their own anodyne
so I hang around, so I hang around
and now we hear the
homeless philharmonic singin'
all the Charlie's angels to their
heavenly convergence in the sky
suck it down, we're all gonna hitch a ride