Tom: Bm
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It's not just that I was scared back then, I was scared of when
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You'd finally realize what I hide inside
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A soul that has hurt and cried through cheats and lies
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I'm sorry dear, but that's behind these longing eyes
[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Given how much time you spend equating your own head
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You really shoulda known by now what it takes to love
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For you I will bite my tongue and hold you if you need someone
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The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head
[Chorus]
F# G
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
F# D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
[Verse 3]
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Darling let's take the time to evolve past
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These nervous laughs, be comfortable through our silences
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Like a scientist with his experiments
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Just waiting on reactions on reactions
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[Verse 4]
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Like all of us socialists, born to hope, raised to fail
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Like all of us socialists, born to hope, raised to fail
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I'll dress up in my western wear, you'll dress like you don't care
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The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head
[Chorus]
F# G
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
F# A
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
G D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
F# G
The poetry is in your head. It's in your...
[Verse 5]
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It's not just that I was scared back then, I was scared of when
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You'd finally realize what I hide inside
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I'll dress up in my western wear, you'll dress like you don't care
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The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head
[Outro]
F# G
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
F# A
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
G D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
F# G D
The poetry is in your head. It's in your head
G F# D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
G F# D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
G F# D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
G F# D
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
