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[D][G]

Laying [D]down on the l[G]awn
I'm t[D]ired of trying to get in the [G]house
I'm [D]thinking o[A]ut l[G]oud
[D]I've been playing [G]dead
[D]My whole [G]life
And I g[D]et this feeling whe[A]never I feel good
[G]It'll be the last time

But I [D]feel something when[A] I s[G]ee you now
I [D]feel something when [A]I see [G]you
[D][G]

If you're a [D]work of [G]art
I'm [D]standing too [G]close
I can s[D]ee the b[A]rush st[G]rokes
[D]I hate your [G]mom
I h[D]ate it when she opens her [G]mouth
It's am[D]azing to me how m[A]uch you can say
When you don[G]'t know what you're talking about

But I [D]feel something when I[A] see[G]you now
I [D]feel something when I[A] see y[G]ou

I used to [D]light y[A]ou u[G]p
Now I can't even get[D] you to [A]play the drum[G]s
'Cause I don't k[Bm]now what[F#m] I want[G]
Until I f[D]uck i[A]t [G]up

[D][G]

But I [D]feel something when I[A] see [G]you now
I [D]feel somet[A]hin[G]g

I'll climb through the w[D]ind[A]ow agai[G]n
But right now, it f[D]eels good not[A] to stan[G]d
Then I'll leave it [Bm]wide[F#m] ope[G]n
Let the dystopian mor[D]ning ligh[A]t pour [G]in