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Life's for the Living by Passenger

tags: 2010s, indie, folk, 
Capo 7
[Intro] 
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[Verse 1]
       
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Well, grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic
 
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Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic

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   x22010

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Gadd4 320013

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The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain
       
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While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heels rub toes
 
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Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
  
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Dressed in their suits and their boots, well they all look the same

[Bridge 1]
   
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I took myself down to the cafe to find all
    
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the boys lost in books and crackling vinyl
     
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And carved out a poem above the urinal that read

[Chorus]
            
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Don't you cry for the lost, smile for the living
 
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Get what you need and give what you're given
 
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Life's for the living so live it
                      
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Or you're better off dead

[Instrumental] 
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[Verse 2]
          
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While the evening pulled the moon out of its packet
  
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Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
    
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We needed a nail but we tacked it till it fell off the wall
       
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While pigeons pecked drains, sparks flew like planes
     
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The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
       
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And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call


[Bridge 2]
    
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And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
           
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Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
        
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With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said

[Chorus]

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[Verse 3]
           
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Well, I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage
      
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They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
         
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You can have them back son when you've paid off your mortgage and loans
       
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Yeah, hell with this place, I'll go it my own way
       
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I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway
 
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Someday someone must be going my way home

[Bridge 3]
          
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Till then I'll make my bed from a disused car
        
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With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
           
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And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread

[Chorus]

[Outro]
            
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Don't you cry for the lost
  
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Smile for the living
 
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Get what you need and give what you're given
           
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You know, life is for the living so live it
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Or you're better off dead