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I tried to figure out the lyrics since they aren't up on any sites yet.
I like to use bar chords for the Chorus. Sounds a bit brighter.
Long live the haunted one!
Hundreds of Ways
What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
It came before and Im still looking for that now
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
And all the tour guide could say was, "take your pictures folks, it's late.
Try your best to remember what was done."
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Don't look so forlorn
Don't look so scared
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Don't look so upset
This world was never fair
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
Now you just find one
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I used to think time was of the essence
Now I just wish I could get some sleep
All these strange parades of sands the city makes when I lie down
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
I guess I can see it from the side
Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be
I hope I am forgotten when I die
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Don't contradict me
Don't make me cross the line
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If you feel threatened
its only cause I might
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
Yes There are hundreds of ways
so you best find one
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All my heroes they're all talk
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running in circles
Some stopwatch some chaos
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Love was the message
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Full stop
We ramble on and on
We ramble on and on
I stole all the rhinestones outta of Carolina
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Sold them out in bakersfield for cash
The band shell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
And now any sucker can turn boredom in to violence
a sociopath riding on a bus
his irises are black from his novelty contacts
he looks around but he cant see the rest of us
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In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light
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yah its getting dark bro
but I've always loved the night
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways to get though the day
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Just find one
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Tabbed and transcribed by Ryan Hacker