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    F#m7(9)                      D7 
After years of expensive education, 
    F#m7(9)                         G7(13) 
A car full of books and anticipation 
       F#m7                                                     Em7 
I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot 
      C#7(9)(13)                                C7(9)(#11) 
But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought 

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Maybe I'll go travelling for a year 
Finding myself, or start a career 
Could work the poor, though I'm hungry for fame 
We all seem so different but we're just the same 

Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat 
Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack 
Who knows the answers, who do you trust 
I can't even seperate love from lust 

Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans 
Working nine to five, answering phones 
But don't make me live for Friday nights 
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights 

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          F#m7                     Em7 
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in 
C#7(9)(13)               C7(9)(#11) 
Leave me alone, I'm a twentysomething 

B7M             F#7M 
Maybe I'll just fall in love 
 B7M                  F#7M 
That could solve it all 
   B7M                        F#7M 
Philosophers say that that's enough 
          D7M               C#7(#9) C#7(b13) 
There surely must be more 

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Love ain't the answer, nor is work 
The truth elludes me so much it hurts 
But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key 
I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep being me