Thirteen Senses

^Am When you're landing, ^Em do you reach out?
^Am They're lining up to shoot you ^Em down
^Am Banging your head ^Em on the pavement
^Am And no other life is a ^Em ttractive
^Am Get your teeth in, ^Em sophistication
^Am Took the road and it got demo ^Em ted
^Am The least adapted, ^Em drive impression
^Am At least appearance seems ^Em dead
Chorus:
And ^C soon the most ^Am obvious fear will a ^Em rise
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That you die in this life, and there's nowhere to go
The ^C consequence is ^Am eating away at the ^Em heart
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And I keep forgetting how to write good songs