Guided by Voices – The Brides Have Hit Glass (Guitar)

Main riff: Play this as (1) or F in the song     Chorus fill on F: "its sad"           
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Fill 2 after "my shrinking paradise"
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               F
I don't come around

F
Never call to let her know

                   Bb
I got a life of my own

                        Gm
You know I hate to be around her

                  Bb
When she's like that

                       Gm
I wrote a song once about her

                               F
Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass"

F
You know it just won't last

                      Bb
To be on top of your own world

                      Gm
With no guardrails to cling to

               Bb
You fall so very fast

                           Gm
It's very odd to find her up again

               F
Staking out expansion

F
Seeking new exposure

              Gm           Bb
And when she holds out an empty glass

         Am
And she comes for a handout

   Gm           Bb              F
I ask for the same thing, it's sad

       Gm         Bb                      Am
And I hold on, so sure I can take all she can

             Gm       Bb
Just to be around her

                 F
One day I will know

F
That's it's a waste of time

                            Bb
And there's a better road ahead of me

                         Gm
I just don't know how to make it there

                              Bb
So I'll just hang around and take my chance

                 Gm
Once again I'll roll the dice

                       F
And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise

           Gm
And I'll hold out an empty glass

          Am
And I'll come for a handout

          Gm          Bb               F
And I'll ask for the same thing, it's sad

         Gm          Bb                Am
And I'll go on so confident that it's all I can give

                 Gm       Bb
Just to find my way again