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Bm I can?t make my mood match the weather Em I can?t make the weather do what I want F# A so I?ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky Em A Bm and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die I tried to be good, I was a failure Em so I took to taking all the good men down F# A it wasn?t hard to do, I just huffed and puffed and blew Em A Bm until all the two-shoes scattered underground Bm A you could be right Em A they might come for me at night F# F#m in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door Bm A for all my spite Em A I might never win the fight F# F#m Bm but I will rage against the light forever more I drank the blood of angels from a bottle Em just to see if I could call the lightning down F# A it hasn?t struck me yet and I would wage my soul to bet Em A Bm that there ain?t no one throwing lightning anyhow Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over Em and you get to thinking fate?s got different plans F# A like maybe i?m not born to die but to bring darkness to the sky Em A Bm and pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can Bm A you could be right Em A they might come for me at night F# F#m in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door Bm A for all my spite Em A I might never win the fight F# F#m Bm but I will rage against the light forever more Bm A Em A F# F#m Bm A Em A F# F#m Bm G F# and oh the hopelessly tender hearted A Bm tend to sing the loudest of love Em F#m Bm F#7 but my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie G F# I fold the grass over all they?ve started A Bm to never see the light of the sun Em F#m Bm as they dwell in darkness so shall I don?t try to come around here, spreading sentiments of cheer Em you told your last white lie, everything is not alright F# A you hope, you pray, you love the light of day Em A Bm but there?s no one up there listening tonight Bm A you could be right Em A they might come for me at night F# F#m in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door Bm A for all my spite Em A I might never win the fight F# F#m Bm but I will rage against the light forever more Bm I can?t make my mood match the weather Em I can?t make the weather do what I want F# A so I?ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky Em A Bm and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die
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