Db  
I couldn't help but notice that near the  
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corner of your mouth 
             Bbm 
there was a piece of food escaping 
            Ab 
and it was trying to stay out 

          Db 
I started thinking about myself like 
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I always seem to do 
           Bbm 
I couldn't stop myself from saying what 
           Ab 
might seem theatrical to you it's just 

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I dont want anymore 
Bbm    F#  Db         Ab 
I dont want anymore 
                    F#           Bbm       
no more remote and dark years 
                    Ab 
no more remote and dark years 
                    F#           Bbm  
no more remote and dark years, dark years 
                    Ab 
no more remote and dark years 


It's like there were these bottles 
near the end of my street 
they were escaping into the sewer 
into the sewer near my feet 
but I picked them up and I flattened them 
and I pushed them through the grates 
I know it seems unrelated 
but I'm trying to relate to you that 
I don't want anymore 
I don't want anymore 
no more remote and dark years 
no more remote and dark years 
no more remote and dark years, dark years 
no more remote and dark years 

I, I, I don't want 
I, I, I 
no more remote and dark years 
I, I, I don't want 
no more remote and dark years 
I, I, I 
no more remote and dark years, dark years 
no more remote and dark years 
I don't want anymore 
remote and dark years, remote and dark years 
I don't want anymore 
remote and dark years, remote and dark years 
I, I, I don't want 
I, I, I  
I, I, I don't want 
I, I, I 
remote and dark years 

I don't want anymore