The Fight To Be Human Chords by Justin Currie

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_ _ _ _ I'm not a master of [Gm] what I survey.
To [Eb] death I'm disaster, _ [Gm] I am a slave.
_ [G] But I am the author [Eb]
of the [Gm] words that I say.
But [Eb] why do I bother?
It's all [Gm] trash anyway.
I [Eb] try to be truthful, or I [Gm] think that I try.
I [Eb] may not be useful, but at [Gm] least I'm alive.
And [G] millions of letters spell [Gm] into the hive.
And [Eb] all of them worthless, except [Gm] for this line.
I hate the world they gave me.
I hate the world they [D] gave me.
I [Eb] stand on a mountain of [Gm] pitiful prose.
My [Eb] mind is a fountain that pointlessly flows.
They give [G] you a trophy if you make [Gm] the kids scream.
But it's [Eb] such a joke to me, how insipid I've been.
[Gm] _ I hate the world they gave me.
I hate the world they [D] gave me.
I dig into [Eb] my past now.
I dig into my [Gm] wrist.
To recapture [Eb] the last time.
I felt the knife twist.
And I kick [G] at the shackles.
And heave [Gm] at the chains.
But I am [Eb] the governor of my [Gm] empty domains. _
I hate the world they gave me.
I hate the world they [A] gave me.
Dead and [Eb] diseased they prey on [Gm] my mind.
And after [Eb] they leave me, [G] I drink till [Gm] I'm blind.
[A] I once had a refuge in music and wine.
But now I am [Eb] deaf to the word [Gm] on the line.
I cling to [Eb] my records.
I cling to [Gm] my face.
That fool in the [Eb] mirror has taken [Gm] my place.
And the funniest [G] funerals, the saddest [Gm] of births, are all an [Eb] excuse to indulge in [Gm] my thirst.
I hate the world they gave me.
I hate the world they gave me.
My [Eb] body's a riot.
My [Gm] mind's the police.
I feed myself lies [Eb] to enforce some [Dm] [Gm] peace.
Tell [Cm] people I love them.
Take [Gm] idiots' hands.
And [Eb] sometimes I hug them as [Gm] custom demands.
I [Eb] used to believe in the goodness of [Dm] [Gm] man.
But not [Eb] anymore since I became [Gm] one of them.
So I huddled with my woman and bought her a ring.
But like the fight [Eb] to be human, it don't mean [Gm] anything.
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_ _ _ [A] _ Ghosts gather [Eb] around me [Gm] and pick at my seams.
Like deaths in [Eb] the family, [Gm] dark in my dreams.
And I've been into [Cm] awesome, _ [Gm] infinite [Dm] _ dreams.
I [Eb] wish I had done something [Gm] good for the race.
[Eb] Poison and _ poisonings, hate [Gm] songs in the streets.
The [Eb] government's boasting of [Gm] catching the [D] cheats.
I [Cm] clench into my collar and shrink [Gm] into my shoes as [Eb] tear leaders holler, which [Gm] color are you?
I step [Eb] off to the playground with a [Gm] mask for a bat and [Eb] strike at a light and set [Gm] fire to my heart.
And I [Cm] won't be dragooned by the [Gm] frightest and worst.
I'm a suit for the moon, [Eb] I'll shoot [Gm] myself [D] first.
And the [Cm] harder it gets now, the [Gm] softer I sing.
Cause the [Eb] fight to be human don't [Gm] mean anything.
_ Yeah, the fight to be human, [Eb]
it don't [Gm] mean anything. _ _ _ _ _ _
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