C
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C


[Verse 1]
Hey Little Trouble, what you doing tonight?
                              G       F     C
I got a bad thought, you can make it right

Fell on the concrete with all my might
     C                               G            F      C
Got up, dusted myself off, now I'm ready for the fight


[Pre-Chorus]
C
Not every prodigy can age that well
                          G               F
Not every mannequin can stand so fucking still

                 Em F G       Am Em F G
When everyone's gone, you're dancing alone
         Am       Em F G        Am Em F G
When everything's done, still working the phones


[Chorus]
      C                    Dm
For lazy tarot readings on hot June nights
       Am                      G
Right next to that bodega's a neon sign
         C                            Dm
They'll tell you you were famous in some past life
    Em                        F                  C      G
But now you're just a Regular Joe, whose cover is blown

C  F G

[Verse 2]
C
Well, tell me, baby, what's your biggest conceit?
                                G         F    C
Is it that you did it, or you did it with me?

I can't imagine what the problem could be
           C               F         G      F      C
You found one song that you like, and you just play it on repeat


[Pre-Chorus]
C
Not every certain death can be so brave
                          G             F
Not every psychopath can act so well-behaved

                 Em F G     Am Em F G
But what if the bomb just doesn't go off?
       Am          Em F G
Still playing that song
        Am       Em F G
Still dancing alone


[Chorus]
       C                     Dm
For clumsy ballerinas with Dad's blank check
            Am                      G
There's a place in Altadena that sounds perfect
                C                       Dm
Well, they'll let you be the swan even with missteps
      Am                     F
And clap until your body is sore

      C                            Dm
For now it's just a matter of right place, right time
            Am                       G
Singing "Every little thing's gonna be all right"
           C                         Dm
On some pretty college campus with skin so white
        Em                     F
Three chords and an expensive guitar
                       C       G
It's the luck of the draw

          C                                 Dm
Found a place to blind your darkness with bright strobe lights
     Am                          G
No cops, no fire marshals, can dance all night
            C                            Dm
With your sad-eyed doppelgannger you look just like
         Em                        F
Your heartbreak's not your own anymore

       C                                Dm
I'll tell you that I love you, I'll scream it twice
      Am                         G
You ask over the music, "Did I hear that right?"

         C                   Dm
Yes, I swear I told you in some past life
        Em             F
Right before they counted us off
                       C
It's the luck of the draw