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Hover Near Fame

New Amsterdams
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 x3
I'll  trust as far as I can spit.
 You can read deep into it.
 New York nightlife isn't shit  without a storyboard.
 I don't think much impresses me  like a drunk celebrity.
 You just fall down and fall asleep  like the rest  (of us).
On  your way out,  don't  bother picking up your tab.
It's  a stake out. There's  hanging on with bated breath, you're  just milking
this  to death.
 Verse 2 as in verse 1:
 So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point.
 The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend.
 Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate,
 I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say.
On  your way out,  don't  bother picking up your tab.
It's  a stake out. There's  hanging on with bated breath, you're  just milking
this  to death.
 Verse 3 as in verse 1:
 Somewhere the novelty wore thin.
 Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage.
 This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own.
 I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight.
On  your way out,  don't  bother picking up your tab.
It's  a stake out. There's  hanging on with bated breath, you're  just milking
this  for:
Access,  what little  we possess.
Any  other  pays the cover but it wouldn't  be the same.
Excess,  destined  to impress.
 You can follow  every model  but you always  try to hover  near fame.

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Readable chord sheet for Hover Near Fame by New Amsterdams

[G] [Bm] [D] x3
[G] [Bm] [A]

[D]I'll trust as far as I can [Bm]spit.
You can read deep into [G]it.
New York nightlife isn't [Bm]shit without a s[A]toryboar[D]d.
I don't think much impresses [Bm]me like a drunk celebri[G]ty.
You just fall down and fall a[Bm]sleep like the [A]rest (of us).

[G]On your way o[Bm]ut,[D] d[G]on't bother picking up your [Bm]tab[D].
[G]It's a stake [Bm]out[D]. [G]There's hanging on with bated breath, [Bm]you're just milking
[A]this to death.

Verse 2 as in verse 1:

So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point.
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend.
Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate,
I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say.

[G]On your way o[Bm]ut,[D] d[G]on't bother picking up your [Bm]tab[D].
[G]It's a stake [Bm]out[D]. [G]There's hanging on with bated breath, [Bm]you're just milking
[A]this to death.

Verse 3 as in verse 1:
Somewhere the novelty wore thin.
Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage.
This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own.
I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight.

[G]On your way o[Bm]ut,[D] d[G]on't bother picking up your [Bm]tab[D].
[G]It's a stake [Bm]out[D]. [G]There's hanging on with bated breath, [Bm]you're just milking
[A]this for:

[D]Acce[G]ss, what l[Bm]ittle we poss[A]ess.
[D]Any other[G] pays the cover but it w[Bm]ouldn't be the [A]same.
[D]Exces[G]s, de[Bm]stined to imp[A]ress.
You can f[D]ollow every m[G]odel but you a[Bm]lways try to h[A]over near fame.

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