The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

[Intro]
Dm Bb Dm Bb A
Dm Bb

[Verse 1]
Dm  Bb    A Dm       Bb Dm    Bb
  We  take  sour sips     from
A Dm          Bb  Dm Bb    A
  life's lush lips   And we
Dm
shake, shake,
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shake the hips  in  re_lationships
A Dm             F/A Bb
  Stomp out this di_saster town
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You'll put your eyes to the sun and say,
"I know
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You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds   are
Gm      F/A Bb
hiding."

[Pre-Chorus]
C      Bb                     A                     Dm
And we might have started singing just a little soon
F      Bb                A        Gm  F C
 We're throwing stones at a glass moon

[Chorus]
Dm      F                       Bb      Gm A C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Dm            F                       Bb
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning,
A    Gm F
 whoaoh

[Verse 2]
Dm Bb Dm Bb  A Dm           Bb
           We  keep the beat
Dm    Bb    A Dm        Bb  Dm Bb  A
  with  your  blistered feet     We
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bullet the words at the mockingbirds
A Dm     Bb Dm Bb A
  singing
Dm                   F/A Bb        F/A
Slept through the weekend  and dreaming
Gm                      F/A   Bb                  C
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Dm            F/A     Bb            F/A
Got postcards from my former selves saying,
Gm             F/A Bb
"How you been?"

[Pre-Chorus]
C  Bb                      A                  Dm
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
                    F
(Stomp out this disaster town)
        Bb
Robbing lips,
             A           Gm  F C
kissing banks under this moon

[Chorus]
Dm      F                       Bb      Gm A C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Dm
Whoa oh,
     F                       Bb      Gm A C
love songs for the genuinely cunning,
Dm      F                       Bb      Gm A C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Dm            F                       Bb
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning,
A      Gm F
 whoaoh

[Interlude]
Dm
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
                                      C
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Dm                                     C
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
Dm                    E5
We're the hasbeens of husbands
F                     Gm            A
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Dm                      E5
Take two years and call me when you're better
F
Take teardrops of mine,
Gm
find yourself wetter

[Chorus]
Dm      F                       Bb      Gm A C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Dm
Whoa oh,
     F                       Bb      Gm A C
love songs for the genuinely cunning,
Dm      F                       Bb      Gm A C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Dm
Whoa oh,
     F                       Bb      A Gm F Dm
love songs for the genuinely cunning,