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The Fake Headlines

New Pornographers
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Acoustic)
 I wrote the news  today, in a tent  outside the midway  rides,
and  as my money  flew, singing  to their pockets you,
could  only know  your shame, knowing  what the good  ones do.
And when  you see the bruises  on my legs  from kicking pills  yeah,
then  you see how recklessly  the  pages are filled...
 Make headlines, believe  them, come  back. (x2)
Want  to be upside  down, maybe  thrown from side  to side.
Want  to fall from  the clouds, sailing  like a ship  at sea.
Want  to think out  so loud that the fashion police  break  me
 Make headlines, believe  them, come  back. (x3)
 You'll  cry...you'll cry...you'll  cry,  believe  me, come  back.
I  wrote the news today, in a tent  outside the midway  rides,
and  as my money  flew, singing  to their pockets, I...
I  filled the whole  front page with the catchiest  words I could find,
believe  me, come  back. (Fake headlines,  believe  them, come  back.) x3
 

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Readable chord sheet for The Fake Headlines by New Pornographers

Acoustic)
I wrote the [G]news today, in a [C]tent outside the m[F]idway r[G]ides,
[F]and as my [G]money flew, [C]singing to their [F]pockets [G]you,
[F]could only [G]know your shame, [C]knowing what the [F]good ones [G]do.

[C]And [Dm]when you see the [F]bruises on my [G]legs from kicking [Em]pills yeah,
[Dm]then you see how [F]recklessly the[G] pages are filled...

Make [F]headlines, [G]believe them, c[C]ome back. (x2)

[F]Want to be u[G]pside down, [C]maybe thrown from [F]side to [G]side.
[F]Want to fall [G]from the clouds, s[C]ailing like a [F]ship at [G]sea.
[F]Want to think [G]out so loud that the [C]fashion [F]police break[G] me

Make head[F]lines, [G]believe them, [C]come back. (x3)
You'll[F] cry.[G]..you'll [F]cry.[G]..you'll cr[F]y, be[G]lieve me, c[C]ome back.

[G]I wrote the news today, in a [C]tent outside the [F]midway r[G]ides,
[F]and as my [G]money flew, [C]singing to their [F]pockets, [G]I...
[F]I filled the [G]whole front page with the [C]catchiest words I could [F]find,

[G]believe me, [C]come back. (Fake head[F]lines, bel[G]ieve them, c[C]ome back.) x3

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