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The Getting By

The Killers

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
     A               Dsus2                A
When I get up she swears that she don't hear it
 Dsus2
Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse
   A                  Dsus2          A
I comb my hair and throw some water on my face
     Dsus2                            A
And back out of the stillness of our house
            E               F#m      Dsus2
Lately my patience is in short supply
Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work
    Dsus2              A    Asus2
No matter how hard I try
[Verse 2]
      A                    Dsus2                A
You know I believe in the Son I ain't no backslider
        Dsus2                                   A
But my people were told they'd prosper in this land
                           Dsus2         A
Still I know some who've never seen the ocean
    Dsus2                           A
Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand
                        E              F#m    Dsus2
But they've got their treasure laying way up high
Where there might be many mansions
         F#m        Dsus2          A   Asus2
But when I look up all I see is sky
[Chorus]
                F#m             E               Dsus2
Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you
                     E       F#m             Dsus2
It'd swallow up your every step boy if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up
In the mor---ning and put another day in son
That holds you till the getting's good   
[Bridge]
Green ribbon front doors dishwater days
A                                    Dsus2                     E
 This whole town is tied to the torso of God's mysterious ways
[Chorus]
                F#m              E               Dsus2
Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you
                     E       F#m             Dsus2
It'd swallow up your every step boy if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up
In the mor---ning and put another day in son
      A                   Dsus2     A
That keeps you standing where you should
So put another day in son and hold on till the getting's good
[Ending]
| A    Dsus2  | A  |

The Getting By

The Killers