Chords for Spaceship

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_ _ _ _ Get, get, get inside your spaceship.
You don't have a car, but you don't need to take this.
You'll jet about the city like your favorite author.
Look up to the stars, look up to the stars.
You're on the fast track, living from a backpack,
leaving all the sad sack suckers in the dust behind you.
This is how you roll, permanent vacation.
You're putting your time, but now you're out [G#m] of patience.
You could really go, no one's going to [F#] stop you.
You could really go, no one's going to [G#] stop you.
[G#m] You could really go, but now you're getting [F#] caught up in it.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Think about your friends, think about your other friends.
Thinking about you when they can't.
Probably wondering what happened to you.
Can't return a call, skipping every breakfast.
You tried to be a writer, but instead he only
backchecks out of shape.
And uninspired, you force down salad and you just feel tired.
And wake up every day, and spend it from the get go.
Chewing on your thumb, and staring out the [G#m] window.
You could really go, no one's going to stop [F#] you.
You could really go, no one's going to [G#] stop you.
You could [G#m] really go, you could spare the money,
[F#] but you're burning through your twenties.
This [A#m] directed energetic asshole, living [C#] in a castle,
waving [F#] around a grass hole with a little ball on [G#m] top.
And barking like a tree, evading every sick [F#] day.
Storming through the office, Katrina on the fifth [D#m] day.
Sitting with your pockets [C#] full of piss,
and you're staring [F#] at your wrists, and your scissors,
and you're shaking so [G#m] bad.
You don't have a car, but you don't have to take [F#] it.
So pack yourself a pair of [E] socks,
and you're off inside a [F#] spaceship. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Daydream, you think of the nights,
when we'll sing your name, and we'll write it in lights.
When the daydream ends, like a kick in the chest,
you can go out dancing, and hope for the best.
But then you get so bored, you're half asleep.
The girls are jealous, and the boys are cheap.
Circus in the stars, a battle of the sexes.
We're all in love with dying, and we're doing it in [G#] taxes.
[G#m] _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ [G#m] You could really go.
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_ _ [G#m] No one's gonna stop.
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_ But [D#m] then you get that feeling, [C#] like a train track,
killing [B] like an old time villain [F#] in a silent movie.
[G#] [G#m] Crying like a kid, squealing like a sex [F#] tape.
Shrieking like a beetle fan, and kicking like a [D#m] sensei.
Sitting [F#] with your pockets full of piss,
and you're staring at your wrists,
and your shoulders, and they're aching.
So [G#m] that's better, cut and chair.
Now to talk and pay [F#] cut.
No one better dare, ask you how your day [D#] was.
Please don't make [C#] me act it [F#] out.
It's hard enough to talk about [G#m] it.
I'll just rent my [F#] DVDs, and watch my internet TV.
[D#m] I'll bide my [C#] time, and pay my rent,
[F#] till something knocks me to my [G#m] senses.
When I've had enough of dying in the day [F#] shift,
I'll pack myself a pair, so I can get inside a spaceship. _ _ _ _
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