Brook Pridemore - Listening To Tpm

      [Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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See yourself on blocks, in fighting form,
                        A
And everybody loves you now,
                    E
They're glad you're home.
E
Story time is battle scars,
E                                   A
yellow lines are track marks, interspersed
           E
with loads of fun.

[Chorus]
       D                     A
It's a top of the rock, snow-capped,
                 E
Hugh/Barry night.
                D                 A                    E        E
You, thinkin,' "Every last little thing's gonna be alright."

[Verse 2]
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Broken hearted month,
              E
stare at the sun,
                             A              E
wonderin' when your hunter's moon is fit to soar.
    E                                   E
And your friends say you're like an omnivore,
                            A                               E
only you are imbibing the spirit of the mess you left before.

[Chorus]
       D
It's a top-of-the-loft
          A                         E
string of sweat-soaked summer nights.
                D                 A                    E        E
You, thinkin,' "Every last little thing's gonna be alright."

[Bridge]
        Bm
And The Boss is always right:
               A                  E
you're missing half the point of life,
        C#m            A                E
standing on a darkened beach in Seaside Heights.
     B
Listening to TPM,
          A                   E
about to cross the bridge, again.
        C#m                A                 B
Playing catchup, where the pumps stay on all night.

E       E    A    E    E     E    A    E
(Hey!)

[Verse 3]
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Your arms are waving bye-bye as you swore
                            A
you'd go to hell before you dared
            E
go back for more.
    E
And this will almost always be your life,
       E                   A
so you have to take the low
                  E
parts with the high.

[Chorus]
          D                     A                    E
This is a day-after-day-is-the-same-day kind of night.
                D                 A                   E
You, thinkin,' "Every last little thing's gonna be alright."

[Outro]
         D                       A                      E
And your body's broke, but you're fumbling for the light,
E
just thinking,
D
"Everything and everything
     A
and everything and everything
    B
and everything and everything
                   C#m
and everything and everything and
D                 A                     E    E    E   E
every last little thing's gonna be alright."
E
See yourself on blocks, in fighting form,
                         A
and everybody loves you, now,
                    E
they're glad you're home