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What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
            A
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
            F#m           E                             D                       A
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
            A                           E                        A
It came before and Im still looking for that now

           A
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
           A
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
                  F#m                    E                            D                  
  A
And all the tour guide could say was, "take your pictures folks, it's late.
              A             E                           A
Try your best to remember what was done."
D
Don't look so forlorn
                      A
Don't look so scared
D
Don't look so upset
                                 A
This world was never fair

                E                               D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                E
There are hundreds of ways
        D
Now you just find one

A

  A
I used to think time was of the essence
        A
Now I just wish I could get some sleep
               F#m                      E                  D                     A
All these strange parades of sands the city makes when I lie down
         A                       E                   A
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams

        A
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
   A
I guess I can see it from the side
           F#m               E                       D                        A
Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be
  A               D                        A
I hope I am forgotten when I die

D
Don't contradict me
                                       A
Don't make me cross the line
D
If you feel threatened
                        A
its only cause I might
                     E                              D
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                E                              D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                      E
Yes There are hundreds of ways
     D
so you best find one

A

E                                D
All my heroes they're all talk
E
running in circles
          D
Some stopwatch some chaos

E
Love was the message
D
Full stop

      F#m     E         D
We ramble on and on
      F#m     E          D
We ramble on and on

  A
I stole all the rhinestones outta of Carolina
 A
Sold them out in bakersfield for cash
       F#m                   E                            D             A
The band shell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan
                  A                          E                      A
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back

                     A
And now any sucker can turn boredom in to violence
   A
a sociopath riding on a bus
     F#m        E                     D          A
his irises are black from his novelty contacts
              A                             E                     A
he looks around but he cant see the rest of us
D                                                               A
In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light
D
yah its getting dark bro
                                      A
but I've always loved the night

                     E                              D
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                E                              D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                E                              D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
                E                              D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
       (You can play this chord to mimic the horns here F#m(9th fret barchord))
               E                     E                    E                E     ^       
  E
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways to get though the day
D
Just find one
A