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(intro)
Ao-ohD-oDooAhh Ao-ohE-oEooAhh
AChanging strings, DAnd banging on things AA couple of girls from the Eschool AWould listen to KISS D(With rockets for fists) AActing like ESaturdays Afool
ALearned how to smoke, DTold dirty jokes ATalked about loose girls from ERome AI made out with most of them DSo I raised a toast to them AEspecially Enow that I'm A(old) And they're D45 with husbands who don'tA like theirE wives D3 or 4 kids, make Aenough to Esurvive DIn their paper mill jobs AWhile their teen heartthrobs EAre playing in bands EOr they're dead
(Chorus)
Can I Ago back to when DI was the winner AWay before the rain came EAnd washed away the sinners AEveryone was something and DNothing was done right or Ewrong-ooh
(intro)
Ao-ohD-oDooAhh Ao-ohE-oEooAhh
ASmothering the cover of a 'D69 summer APlayed through a speaker of fuEzz ANobody knew bryan adams wasn'tD cool AThe TV just Etold me he Awas
AAlways heard the sound get Dme out of this town AResonating clear on my heEad AChuck ran away with our gear aDnd the drugs AI'm pretty sEure that he's Adead DOr he's 46 and alone, ACast the heaviest stEone, DSuburban cover bAand playing bad toE the bone DIn a bath tub of meth AYou can smell your own death Eyou know when you can't look the past in the eye
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Can I Ago back to when DI was the winner AWay before the rain came EAnd washed away the sinners AEveryone was something D(And I could never do any Ewrong)
Ao-ohD-oDooAhh Ao-ohE-oEooAhh
AWent back to the woods DWhere I hid all my goods AIn a rusted out cadillacE door Awe all get nostalgic DAnd fall for the hat trick AOf thinking itE'll be like beAfore
(this part is talked)(while holding all the chords on the edge) Like the football jocks Trying to please their pops And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught And the teachers who cared More than I ever knew, And knew I played clubs Let me sleep through school And my day job boss Who wrote it up as a loss But let me leave when i wanted and I never got caught Sleeping out on the field In the back of my truck Breaking into the bars Steal the beer and getting laid By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage But the tan lines were good And she had a good face Is this what I've become Is this all I've become When do I become, (Chorus)
Can I Ago back to when DI was the winner AWay before the rain came EAnd washed away the sinners AEveryone was something DAnd I could never do any wErong
Ao-ohD-oDooAhh Ao-ohE-oEooAhh
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