Punk Is The Worst Form Of Music Except For All The Others

Ramshackle Glory

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Tom:
A D It's dawn somewhere in Tallahassee.
A D I'm still lying awake with you next to me,
E D A D A D tired enough for misery but too miserable to sleep.
A D You find a new date every day on the internet.
A D I ain't found one for myself in years, I think.
E D A D A D A D E It's nothing personal, but I hate you right now much as I hate Tallahassee. [Chorus]
A F# This Chevy van is not my home.
E Tell me it's true, until I believe it,
D A D A D A D E and I'll tell you that your dream is a prison. [Verse]
A D It's noon somewhere, I think it's Michigan.
A D I'm driving fast as the hardcore tape you're playing,
E D to make it to the show on time.
A D A D As if I really give a shit.
A D Because every song is a lie as soon as it's played twice,
A D and by the hundredth time it's pathological.
E D A D A D If I had any courage I would have quit a dozen states ago. [Chorus]
A F# This Chevy van is not my home.
E Tell me it's true, until I believe it,
D A D A D A D E and I'll tell you that your dream is a prison.
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