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[Spoken intro] I really don't think you should judge a book by it's cover Oh my God, what are they wearing? Give me a break [Intro] A C#m G Bm A C#m Em7 D [Verse 1]
ABorn in the free land, C#mbrought up by soft hands GCruisin' the left lane Bm APaint by numbers, C#mresults in numbness say numbers Em7Go the game Dplan ASilver tongues and Erusty lungs GMy love and hate relation,D a velvet generation
[Chorus]
AmToo rich to Ctry GBut too poor to Dbuy AmToo smart to Cfool yourself into Gthinking that this is the Dlife AmYou're too young to Creach GBut too old to Dteach AmWe got Ceverything, or Gdo we have nothing at Dall? Fmaj7 Em7
A C#m G Bm A C#m Em7 D [Verse 2]
ASweetest candy gets a C#msugar coat We Ghit the ground running on a Dperfect road AGive me love, C#mgive me real Em7Give me something DI can feel, now ASenses are all C#mbubble wrapped GAll high on medication, Da blurry generation
[Chorus]
AmToo rich to Ctry GBut too poor to Dbuy AmToo smart to Cfool yourself into Gthinking that this is the Dlife AmYou're too young to Creach GBut too old to Dteach AmAnd we got Ceverything, or Gdo we have nothing at Dall? Fmaj7 Em7 Fmaj7
[Interlude] Bm A Bm Em7 Bm A Bm Em7 [Chorus]
AmYou're too rich to Ctry GBut too poor to Dbuy AmToo smart to Cfool yourself into Gthinking that this is the Dlife AmYou're too young to Creach GBut too old to Dteach AmAnd we got Ceverything, or do Gwe have nothing at Dall? Fmaj7 Em7 Fmaj7
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