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G D*
G D Em D C Cm x2
[Verse 1]
G D Em C
I'm growing old in rooms full of kids with unruly haircuts,
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taking what comfort we can
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in the fact that every empire's days are numbered...man.
G D Em C
But I don't think that I can count that high.
G D C C
I should have paid better attention in school or something,
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because I feel like there's something that I don't know and if I could just jam it into my skull,
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I could stand to live somehow. But I don't know.
[Interlude]
G D Em D C Cm x2
[Verse 2]
G D Em C
And the fact is I'm 2 point 7 decades in
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to a growing ambivalence.
G D Em C
I could count on no hands how many fucks I'm giving.
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Or is it a million? Are "god" and "void" equivalent? So are we making total destroy, or just making a living?
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And I know that Rome wasn't burnt in a day,
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but it couldn't have been more than a week.
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And I know that the children of barbarians
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become the new tax collectors and priests. So I don't know.
[Interlude]
G D Em D C Cm x2
[Bridge]
Em C G
I suppose we've been rolling since the world was round, and time makes dust of what we
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can't tear down.
Em C G D
And I suppose dead bodies make soil of the ground. But what about what we do now?
[Verse 3]
G* D* Em* C*
I'm growing old in rooms full of kids with unruly haircuts,
G D C C
taking what comfort we can
G D Em C
in the fact that every empire's days are numbered, man.
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But I don't think I can count that high.
