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D/F# Bm A Bm G .
Verse 1
D/F# BmI'm washing my hands, I feel dirty, unkept and unclean
AThere's fake blood soaked into my jeans and my body
Bm GMy mom doesn't like it, her boy's being violent
D/F# BmShe said "Why Do you have to die in the movies you make with my sons?
AAnd why with a gun?" and I'm stuck at the question
Bm GStuck and my childhood is ending in silence
AEnding with my mother crying
Chorus
Bm GA story I've never forgot, her mom, the car, the lot
A BmThe church, the shot, my mom, twenty-one
G DI'll never throw a punch, I'll never touch a gun
GEven a fake one
Verse 2
D/F# BmI'm washing my hair, three roommates in Washington Heights
AThey're fast asleep in the night and it's late
BmI try not to wake them
G D/F#A towel in my mouth to help with the pain from my head
BmA man threw a bottle in front of the huge pentecostal
A BmAnd called me a word that I used to take straight to my heart
G D G AWhen I tell it now, I skip around and leave out that part
Chorus
Bm GA story I've never forgot, the word, the heights, the cross
A BmThe church, the night, my age, twenty-one
G DI'll never throw a punch, I'll never touch a gun
GEven if I could've used one
Verse 3
D/F# BmThey put up a painting of my grandmother in a museum
A BmIt felt good to see it, we'll cook her recipes this holiday season
GI'll think of the man who attacked without reason
ANo recognition to be seen in his eyes
Bm AHe's talking to no one and picking a fight with a statue of christ
Bm GI remember that night I wanted to hurt him
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A BmBut he wouldn't deserve it
D/F#He wouldn't deserve it
GHe wouldn't deserve
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