Parade

Intro:

F#  Bbm  Abm  F#
F#  Bbm   B   F#


Verse 1:

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Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade
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A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made
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But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity's worth
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'cause we're already here in the same place when our phones don't work


Verse 2:
(same chords as Verse 1)

So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all
And I'm getting ready for when everything is wonderful
For just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood
In a meadow, uncut and understood


Bridge:

Ebm  Abm  x8

             Ebm     Abm
We can be an island apart
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From a ceaseless war on our heart
              Ebm       Abm
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable
              Ebm         Abm
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are

       Ebm        Abm
Erasing horror and disgust
              Ebm            Abm
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust
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Before our suffering's suffering,
           E         F#
Haven't we suffered enough?


Verse 3:

                          B     Ebm         E      B
On the morning that we're both 19 and newly on our own
           B        Ebm               E       B
And all we know is "each other" and invisible homes
                  B                 Ebm                  E      B
We find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot
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Where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot


Verse 4:
(same chords as Verse 3)

And I can feel the difference when the day begins
Like all I know is, "This year will be the year we win."
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
And start again, before the memory of the mess we've made.