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Capo: 7
New Year's Eve by Mal Blum Standard tuning Capo 7
CIt's a happy new year I'm Gmaking guacamole AmYou couldn't even pick up the Ffucking phone and call me
CI don't like my t-shirt GI don't like my blue jeans AmI don't like my attitude, but it's gFonna be a party
CWhoaG-oh Let's parAmty F
CIt's a happy new year GLast year was so stupid AmMost of us were drunk and even mFore of us were puking
CThough I heard a rumour-- GSomething about bad shrimp? AmDon't know how I made it up the sFtairs to your apartment
CWhoa-Goh I remember Amit Whoa-oFh Climbing up to Cbed Whoa-Goh I remember Amit I remember Fit
And tFhat's not all that IC'm forgetting GIt's a new year, the lAmast one's ending FDon't know how I eCver made it oGut
FHere's to nothing Cever changing GIf it were, then AmI'd be parting Fways with all the Cbad habits I fGound
But I'll still hang aFround C I'll still hang aGround Am I'll still hang aFround C I'll still hang aGround
... [then there's another verse, chorus, verse] ...
FWe're not friends Friends don't Cdo the things we did And the oGnes you've done since then makes tAmhink we've never been
When is tFhis night gonna end? Are you lCying in her bed? All these quGestions hit my head Hey where's the wAmhiskey at again
You were dFiscombobulated When you sChowed up at my door Leaving glGitter on my floor But I don't lAmike you anymore
No, I don't lFike you anymore No, I don't lCike you anymore No, I don't lGike you anymore No, I don't lAmike you anymore
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