Soapbox

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False praise: as good as rope to wide-eyed youth tortured with hope
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And all the ghosts that came before all signed the walls of toilet tours
              C                  D
The inkwell’s dry; the stairwell bleeds
              C                 D
Your restless hand’s so hard to read
            C               Bm                  C                 D        C  D   C
So let’s arrange a midnight meet with a howling wolf and five punk beasts

[Verse 2]
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We are all lonely; we’re all strange
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I’m half in love and half deranged for everything I’ve ever thought has already been thought…
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Piano players paid in tips, at downtown bars they’re turning tricks
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A smile hid behind your lips
         C                    D     C     D     C
The city slang still makes me sick, sick, sick, sick

[Chorus]
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       We found heaven in a blinking eye
C  D  C  D  C  D  C

[Verse 2]
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The long dole queue down Denmark Street.’s an irony not lost on me
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I’ll wear my fancy suit today just to claim my JSA
            C                      D
I’ll be the hand that stills your wrist
         C                     D                C            Bm
Fresh lipstick, lost without a kiss all painted Pepto-Bismol pink
                C
You said I’d be fine… you’re a liar…

[Chorus]
G    A                                D     C   D    C   D   C    A
       We found heaven in a blinking eye
G    A
       We found heaven in a blinking eye

D  C  Bm  C  6X

[Bridge]
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 And now our future sure looks bleak.
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 Love’s not bespoke so let’s not speak
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 I’m tired of waiting for my luck to change
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 We’re still all lonely, we’re still all strange
D             C              Bm        C
 And you once said that all youth dies
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 That all youth dies with its hands tied
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 You kick in the front door as I pick the lock

[Chorus]
D             C                Bm     C
 Young love’s screaming from a soapbox
     G
Young love’s screaming
           D
from a soapbox

           C           G
Young love’s screaming    11x
           D
from a soapbox

           C    G                 A
Young love’s screaming from a soapbox

[Outro]
G   A                              G
     We found heaven in a blinking eye
A                              G
  We found heaven in a blinking eye
A                               G
  We found heaven in a blinking eye
                              A
We found heaven in a blinking eye
                              D
We found heaven in a blinking eye