David Duchovny - Positively Madison Ave, аккорды

Intro: 
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Joker man takes off his mask
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Reveals a car salesman and at last, says
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“Grow up, son, you know it’s just a masquerade, now
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Be a good boy and get me and the boss a Gatorade"

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You can work up quite a thirst
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Watchin' all them bubbles burst
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I was following Ghandi on the twitter
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He tweeted “Son, I don’t like to see you bitter”

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But if you wanna get in this kind of shape
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Well, it’s abstinence and a protein shake
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Or you could lose your appetite
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Watching wrong pass for right
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Yeah, you could lose your appetite
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Watching wrong pass for right

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Save me a place at the bar
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Bobby Dylan was selling cars
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All hail the stripes and the stars
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Bobby Dylan, was selling cars

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Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures
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Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture
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In Rome we fiddled as corporations
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Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial
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All men are created equal, more or less
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Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless!
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Don’t call me a hypocrite, naive
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You can take as good as given, still believe
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Mo-Town slim pictures of Lucky 7
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While the believin' Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven
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Oh, I have learned the victor’s secrets
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You can show panties and still remain a Jesus

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Save me a place at the bar
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Bobby Dylan was selling cars
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All hail the stripes and the stars
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Bobby Dylan, was selling cars

F#m
        
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I don’t wanna
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Complain
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But this whole world
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Seems strange              
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The writing on the wall, I think
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Was written to disappear in ink
 
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I’m sure your morals are beyond reproach
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But it’s not like I’m asking you to fly coach
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I know it’s uncool not to be ironic
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And I know that you’re bulletproof iconic
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I really shouldn’t be throwin' stones, no
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Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones
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We’re all guilty of sin
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Comes up and force someone to keep from gettin' in
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Those who used to hustle ho
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Fashion the nooses now out of a velvet rope
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But I guess there’s nothin' much to do
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Cause only you can write the song that gets to you
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I guess there’s nothing much to do
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Cause only you can write the song that gets to you
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Save me a place at the bar
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Bobby Dylan was selling cars
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Well, I guess I should be goin'
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Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen?