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Note - * next to a chord means those chords are muted Capo 1st fret [Intro] G [Verse 1]
I Gfucked up today, I fucked up before I Gfucked up so much I can't keep track anymore I Cfucked up on girls, I fucked up this song I Gfucked up on my sister, my dad, and my mom I Gfucked up on everyone, I fucked up on me I Gfucked up with money, and man, nothing is free I Cfucked up on Letterman, I fucked up on stage I fGucked up on time and I fucked up too late
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DBut now, I am Cready to Gwin G [Verse 2] I Gstand on a river, I stand on a stage GHoping for glory, or maybe today 'Cause it's Call a mistake, and a beautiful mess GLike your next door neighbor when you saw him undress GAnd I'll do it forever, do nothing but fail GA student of error who can only prevail 'Cuse Clearning is trying and trying is hard When it Gfeels like falling's going to tear you apart
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But Dnow, I am Cready to Gwin Yeah, Dnow, I am Cready G G
[Verse 3]
So Gturn on the house lights, turn to your left GShake hands with someone that you'll probably forget And Ctell them they're great, tell them they're splendid GNo matter how all of their fuckups have ended GTell them they're free from whatever happened GFrom all of the haters who need someone to slap them Just Cgo and fuck up, fuck up fucking up NotGhing but fucking up, never e-fucking-nough And G*then you'll be strong, and then you'll be fearless 'Cause G*you've done it all, and your tear ducts are tearless C*Then you'll remember, there's a fire in your heart And a G*dream in your head, and permission to start And from G*out of the silence you will hear your voice Like a G*big fucking siren and you won't have a choice And C*you will stand up, throw caution to the wind And G*you will scream out that you are ready to win
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Are you Dready?C Ready to Gwin G
[Instrumental] |Em |Em |C |C |G |G | |Em |Em |C |C |D [Verse 4]
'Cause Geveryone's weak and everyone's drunk And Geveryone's smart but usually wrong And CRome wasn't built on a fucking cliche And GI love you all in the best fucking way Fuck Gup like a pro, fuck up like a saint Fuck Gup for the terrified people in wait Because the Cgood things are hard and the hard things are good You Gknow I'd fuck up for you if I could
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But Dnow, you are Cready to Gwin G And Dnow, you are Cready to Gwin G And Dnow, I am rDeady