Dm			Bb
We take sour sips from life's lush lips,
Dm				Bb
And we shake, shake, shake, the hips in relationships,
Dm		Bb
Stop by this disaster town,
G		     Bb 
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say:
	C		Dm		Bb			G     Bb	 C
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding


Bb			A		Dm	F
And we might have started singing just a little soon
Bb		A		Dm	F     E
We're throwing stones at a glass moon

Chorus:
Dm	F			Bb	G	Bb
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning,
Dm	F			Bb	A
Woah, far from the genuinely cunning, woah


Dm				Bb
We keep the beat with your blistered feet,
      Dm					Bb
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing,
Dm			Bb
Slept through the weekend and dreaming, 
G			Bb	C
Of sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Dm			Bb		G		Bb
Got postcards from my former self saying "How you been?"


Bb		A		Dm			F
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town)
Bb		A		Dm	F     E
Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon

Chorus (x2):
Dm	F			Bb	G	Bb
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning,
Dm	F			Bb	A
Woah, far from the genuinely cunning, woah


Dm
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche,

When the pearls in our shells came out to dance,

You call me a bad tipper of the cradle,

Tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
Dm		  F
We’re the has-beens of husbands,
G			Bb	A
Sharpening the knives of young wives,
Dm			F
Take two years and call me when you're better,
G			Bb	A
Take tears of mine, find yourself wetter

Chorus (x2):
Dm	F			Bb	G	Bb
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning,
Dm	F			Bb	A
Woah, far from the genuinely cunning, woah
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