John K. Samson - When i write my masters thesis

^F#Oh the streets of Grand Theft Auto San Andreas ^Bfill with smoke ^F#Doorbell rings I put my controller down and ^Bpick it up, ^F#shoot some things

^C#Later, the darkness hits re^Bboot and the loneliness inc^F#reases ^C# She said she'd come back ^Bhome when I write my master's ^F#thesis

^F#Oh the hours I spent in the archives wearing ^Bcotton gloves ^F#Shuffling photos from the night at Sana^Btorium ^F#Halloween

^C#parties Emaciated g^Bhosts hiding in those curtains' c^F#reases ^C# I'll let you haunt the ^Bworld when I write my master's ^F#thesis

^BNo more ^C#marking ^F#first year ^Bpapers ^G#mNo more ^C#citing s^F#ources (sources....) So ^F#I left home Cried the bumpy ride to highway ^Btwenty-three ^F#Started west ^F#They'll be there to say that I don't ^Bneed to take their ^F#stupid test ^C#Greet me with banners and ba^Blloons And my hard drive smashed to ^F#pieces C# B F# (F#,C#,B,F#,C#) Nothing left for me to say when I write my master's thesis C# B (drum bit and...stop) F# It's all gonna change when I write my master's thesis