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BmI was an Indiana kid, getAtin no one in my bed EmI had your sweet tunes to play BmI was staring at the map, feelAing fire in my head I had your sEmweet tunes to play BmI was mean to my dad, cause I Awas mean to myself I hEmad your sweet tunes to play BmStealing smokes in my car, witAh the windows way down I hadEm your sweet tunes to play
I was sittin in the bath, cleaning off the ash But I had your sweet tunes to play And I hated all my friends, I wouldn?t let them in I had your sweet tunes to play On a long desert train, and a knife in my bag I had your sweet tunes to play Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand I had your sweet tunes to play Your sweet tunes to play Now it?s hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost its wings I got your sweet tunes to play I?m getting older every day, still making the same mistakes I got your sweet tunes to play Either get out or stay in, I won?t let these dark times win We got your sweet tuens to play Your sweet tunes to play Yeah