The Killers – The Getting By (Guitar)

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When I get up, she swears that she don't hear it

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Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse

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I comb my hair and throw some water on my face

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And back out of the stillness of our house

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Lately, my patience is in short supply

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Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work

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No matter how hard I try

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You know I believe in the Son, I ain't no backslider

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But my people were told they'd prosper in this land

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Still, I know some who've never seen the ocean

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Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand

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But they've got their treasure laying way up high

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Where there might be many mansions

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But when I look up, all I see is sky

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Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you

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It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could

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But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up

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In the mor---ning and put another day in, son

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That holds you till the getting's good

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 Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days

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 This whole town is tied to the torso of God's mysterious ways

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Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you

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It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could

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But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up

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In the mor---ning and put another day in, son

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That keeps you standing where you should

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So put another day in, son, and hold on till the getting's good