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Artist: The Shins
 Album: Oh, Inverted World
  Song: Know Your Onion!


Tabbed by: Scott Putman - drumshanbo79@hotmail.com

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Gb|-----9-----7-----5-----3-----     F

F C (x4)

     F     C          F        C        F       C           Bb         C
Shut   out,   pimpled and angry, I quietly tied all my guts into knots
Gave up on trying to make them, I figured it'd take them too long to look up

      Dm            A          Bb                        F
And besides, it was undeniably clear to me, I don't know why
           Bb            F                         Bb
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew what worthless dregs we've always been

Lucked out and found my favorite records, lying in wait at the Birmingham mall
The songs that I heard, the occasional book, were the only fun I ever 

A           Bb          C        F
Took, and I got on with making myself

F C  F C  F C  Bb C (x2)

A         Bb            C
  And the trick is just making...
    C#                                                Cm 
Yourself, but when they're parking their cars on your chest
                               C#                                          Cm 
You've still got a view of the summer sky, to make it hurt twice when your restless body
             C#                               Cm
Caves to its whims, and suddenly struggles to take flight


Three thousand miles north east, 
I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads.
What kind of life you dream of, you're allergic to love
Yes I know, but I must say in my own 

Defense, it's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
  C                                    C
I knew the worthless dregs we are, the selfless, loving saints we are,
    C                                  F
The melting, sliding dice we've always been