D G Step down from the SEPTA to the empty streetD G 4th of July, 2015D G Made plans with Sam and Alex GD Got this old feelingG More than a memoryD G Met at the Pep Boys on AramingoD G Van is full up of fireworks and drunk peopleD G Get in instead with Alex's friend BoD Says, "Watch your step, manG There's precious cargo"A G And it landed like a jokeG Like rubber-banded bundles of dope [Chorus]D A How many universesD A D Am I alive and dead in?D A A new one every secondD A The path of least resistanceG Can't make it matterD My life is sliding by[Verse 2]D Bo's going 70G Side street to KensingtonD G His eyes are X's and his head's out the windowD G When he rolls right over some family's Roman candleD G Cuts the engine, gets out, then lights a cigaretteA G The dad is spitting madG He brought a scary scary uncleG Gun in his waistband [Chorus]D A How many universesD A D Am I alive and dead in?D A A new one every secondD A And then the bat hit Bo's headG Can't make it matter moreG Can't make it matter moreA Can't make it matter moreA My life is sliding byG Don't really know these kidsG A little old for thisA This city's dangerousA I guess I'm fine, though [Bridge]D G My depression suddenly liftedD G All the adrenaline shocked my nervous systemD G Swore I'd be present and grateful for every secondD Later the feeling fadedG I couldn't help it [Chorus]D A How many universesD A D Am I alive and dead in?D A A new one every secondD A And then the bat hit Bo's headD A How many universesD A D Am I alive and dead in?D A A new one every secondD G D Oh
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