What We Worked For Acordes

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Lost the confidence to write a song 
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So I found three simple chords 

And held them together with my weak voice 
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On an out of tune guitar 
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My father gave to me 


		E 
And may Elvis turn in his grave 
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And Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers 
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And may the likes of this song never make 

One fucking dollar 
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Leave it for a demo tape 
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To be played until it's broken 
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And remembered only for what it was 


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Though we gave 'em hell 
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Though we gave 'em hell 
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Though we gave 'em hell 
(2x) 


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To my friends and enemies who could have been anything 
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Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect 
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Behind counters 

Behind windows 
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Striving just 

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To be people with bitter ideals of justice 
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Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent? 
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Sleeping under plastic stars glued to the ceiling 
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Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine 
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Every morning 


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But we gave 'em hell 
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But we gave 'em hell 
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But we gave 'em hell 
(2x) 


                A 
There's a height beyond skyscrapers 
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There's a distance beyond the freeway 
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More than pictures in a magazine 
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More than tragedy in a rock and roll song 
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It's more than actions you know are safe to make 
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It's more than money could ever buy 


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Are we living to work and die in American cities? 
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And working to live and die in American cities,