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Dashboard Confessional - Again I Go Unnoticed


This is a little easier for all you novices out there. If you capo it on the 6th fret
and play the chords then it sounds just like the recording on "Places you've come to
fear the most".



Capo 6th fret Rhythm: fast, repetition
G Em D
So quiet, another wasted night. The television steals the

conversation.
G Em D
Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed.

G D Em
Please tell me you’re just feeling tired, ‘cause if it’s
Em C
more than that I feel that I might break.
G D Em C
Out of touch, out of time…

G D Em
Please send me anything with signals that are mixed, ‘cause
C G D
I can read your rolling eyes. Out of touch, are we out of
Em C
time?


Closed lips, another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it’s passion.
Your grip, another time is slack, it leaves me feeling empty.
Please tell me you’re just feeing tired, ‘cause if it’s more than that I feel
that I might break. Out of touch, out of time…
Please send me anything with signals that are mixed, ‘cause I can't stand your
rolling eyes. Out of touch, are we out of time?
Em G Em
I’ll wait until tomorrow. Maybe you’ll feel better then,
D Em G
maybe we’ll be better then. So what’s another day when I
Em D
can’t bear these nights and thoughts of going on without
Em G Em
you. This mood of yours is temporary and it seems worth the
D Em G
wait to see you smile again. Out of the corner of your eye
Em D
won’t be the only way you’re looking at me then.


So quiet, another wasted night. The television steals the conversation.
Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed.