Intro: A  C#m  F#m  E 
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  I saw a cigarette contend 
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It was the smell of death that kept strolling in 
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  Maybe that henna'd back of yours 
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That held me back, back from keeping score 

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There goes that moonboy 
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Looking jungly 
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With all his leaves a-growing 
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  Split down that long back 
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He would've thought that 
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If you got to know him 
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  True blue with your fists up 
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You little kiss up 
        E 
Wishin' things were heavy 
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  That's fine in the end though 
                D 
Where'd all our friends go 
       E 
We can dip if you're ready 

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  I bet you take me for a fool 
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  Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules 
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  Some weird abandon in sheets 
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  Though the tongue tastes good 
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My grammar's falling from the cheeks 

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There goes that moonboy 
        D 
Looking jungly 
             E 
With all his leaves a-growing 
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  Split down that long back 
            D 
He would've thought that 
       E 
If you got to know him 
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  True blue with your fists up 
           D 
You little kiss up 
        E 
Wishin' things were heavy 
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  That's fine in the end though 
                D 
Where'd all our friends go 
       E 
We can dip if you're ready 

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I was wrong 
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You were a friendly kid 
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I was wrong 
           E 
You were a friendly kid 

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Fill the raf- ters 
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Right field dan- ces 
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Baseball diamonds 
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Take our chances out 

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  There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going 
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  Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch 
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Anxiety growing 
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  Some cordial framework of the sunset; A yellow made out of gray 
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  My bones are tired of the body that woke me up today 

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  There goes that moonboy 
        D 
Looking jungly 
             E 
With all his leaves a-growing 
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  Split down that long back 
            D 
He would've thought that 
       E 
If you got to know him 
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  True blue with your fists up 
           D 
You little kiss up 
        E 
Wishin' things were heavy 
A                    C#m 
  That's fine in the end though 
                D 
Where'd all our friends go 
       E 
We can dip if you're ready 

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E     A      C#m  F#m 
I was wrong 
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You were a friendly kid 
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I was wrong 
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You were a friendly kid 
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  I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong