Always the true one,
calm, selective,
staking a claim among the young defectives,
far off under the nighttime, baby,

crawl into the wave.

Got to be cool now,
unprotected,
you come around every day to collect me,
far off into the nighttime, baby,

crawl into the wave.

(CHORUS)

Come on, give it to me.

Yes, those mystery hours.
Yes, those mystery hours.

But officers, the rumbling,
the sound of the collective crumbling,
around to the ground

surrender the town.

I call out the numbers,

the rumble of collected thunder today,
hey – ey – e y
the wages are down.

There is a lack of tabs for Mass Romantic online. I intend to fill the void.
Don’t forget to check out my tabs from Electric Version also.

Verse 1 (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.

Prechorus 1
And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills yeah,
then you see how recklessly the pages are filled…

Chorus 1
Make headlines, believe them, come back. (x2)

Verse 2
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

Repeat Prechorus 1

Chorus 2
Make headlines, believe them, come back. (x3)
You’ll cry...you’ll cry...you’ll cry, believe me, come back.
Verse 3
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,

Outro Chorus
believe me, come back. (Fake headlines, believe them, come back.) x3

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