Mass Romantic
New PornographersVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
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Mass romantic fool, wears Foster Grants, his books on tape ring true,
Like everyone wants to say "I love you" to someone on the radio.
His choice of hollowed stars, now the one true loves,
And author of "My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows".
This is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on.
Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets.
When the curtain calls
you speaking on the themes of stolen virtue, missing from the radio.
Now this romantic duel is into the streets. Bon appetit.
You've eaten me alive.
You realize this is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on.
Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets.
When the curtain calls
you speaking on the themes of stolen virtue, missing from the radio.
Now this romantic duel is into the streets. Bon appetit.
You've eaten me alive.
You realize this is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on.
This boy's life among the electrical lights.
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Readable chord sheet for Mass Romantic by New Pornographers
[C#]Mass romantic fool, wears Foster G[A]rants, his books on [E]tape ring true, Like everyone wants to say "I l[F#]ove you" to someone on the r[C#]adio. His choice of hollowed stars, now the one true l[A]oves, And author [E]of "My Life Among the Kids Who Go to S[F#]hows". This is [C#]not the way. In the streetlight [B]dawn [F#]In the streetlight [C#]dawn this beat turns [Ab]on. [F#] [C#] [C#] [Eb] [C#] [B] [C#] [C#]Mass romantic fool, separated by s[A]heets. When the curtain [E]calls you speaking on the themes of stolen [F#]virtue, missing from the [C#]radio. Now this romantic duel is into the [A]streets. Bon appeti[E]t. You've eaten me [F#]alive. You realize this is [C#]not the way. In the streetlight [B]dawn [F#]In the streetlight [C#]dawn this beat turns [Ab]on. [F#] [C#] [C#] [Eb] [C#] [B] [C#] [C#]Mass romantic fool, separated by [A]sheets. When the curtain [E]calls you speaking on the themes of stolen [F#]virtue, missing from the [C#]radio. Now this romantic duel is into the [A]streets. Bon appeti[E]t. You've eaten me alive. You r[F#]ealize this is n[C#]ot the way. In the streetlight d[B]awn [F#]In the streetlight d[C#]awn this beat turns o[Ab]n. [F#] [C#] [C#] [Eb] [C#] [B] [C#] [B]This boy's life a[A]mong the electri[E]cal lights.