Hundreds Of Ways

I tried to figure out the lyrics since they aren't up on any sites yet. 
I like to use bar chords for the Chorus. Sounds a bit brighter. 
Long live the haunted one! 

Hundreds of Ways 

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What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine 
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What a dream to just be walking on the ground 
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What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love 
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It came before and Im still looking for that now 

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It took centuries to build these twisted cities 
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It took seconds to reduce them down to dust 
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And all the tour guide could say was, "take your pictures folks, it's late. 
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Try your best to remember what was done." 
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Don't look so forlorn 
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Don't look so scared 
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Don't look so upset 
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This world was never fair 

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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day 
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There are hundreds of ways 
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Now you just find one 

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I used to think time was of the essence 
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Now I just wish I could get some sleep 
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All these strange parades of sands the city makes when I lie down 
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Little explosions that set fire to my dreams 

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Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor 
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I guess I can see it from the side 
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Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be 
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I hope I am forgotten when I die 

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Don't contradict me 
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Don't make me cross the line 
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If you feel threatened 
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its only cause I might 
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But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day 
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day 
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Yes There are hundreds of ways 
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so you best find one 

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All my heroes they're all talk 
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running in circles 
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Some stopwatch some chaos 

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Love was the message 
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Full stop 

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We ramble on and on 
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We ramble on and on 

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I stole all the rhinestones outta of Carolina 
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Sold them out in bakersfield for cash 
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The band shell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan 
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Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back 

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And now any sucker can turn boredom in to violence 
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a sociopath riding on a bus 
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his irises are black from his novelty contacts 
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he looks around but he cant see the rest of us 
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In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light 
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yah its getting dark bro 
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but I've always loved the night 

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But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day 
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day 
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day 
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There are hundreds of ways to get through the day 
       (You can play this chord to mimic the horns here F#m(9th fret barchord)) 
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There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways to get though the day 
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Just find one 
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Tabbed and transcribed by Ryan Hacker