From a Closet In Norway

[Intro] G  Em

G                                    Em
I would rather be any place but here
G                                      Em
Spin the bottle or roll the dice my dear
G                                            Em
Cause I can't care I can't seem to break my fall
G                                         Em
It seems I would rather be any place at all

           C               Em                        G      F
So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?
           C               Em                       G
Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me
Am                 G
Killing me, killing me

G                                    Em
I remember when, wind would make me cry
G                                    Em
I remember when I wasn't afraid to die
G                                    Em
I wish I'd never, never fallen in line
G                                           Em
So take this soul I sold, I'm going back in time

           C               Em                        G      F
So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?
           C               Em                       G
Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me
Am                  Am
Killing me, killing me

               G                                             Em
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
               G                                             Em
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
               G                                             Em
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live

It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live