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Am F C G .
Verse 1
Am FLet me set the scene, quiet as can be
C GShe was just a pretty little face in the bleachers
Am FDying to be free, and he was seventeen
C GSharing cigarettes and hiding smoke from the teachers
Am FMaybe she wanted a little taste of the wild side
C GHe was the getaway ride outta town
Am FAnd maybe he wanted a little tame to the wildfire
CBut you know they're never gonna slow down now
Chorus
DmShe's into bad guys driving the fast cars
F AmMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band
G/BUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan
DmHe was a good kid, son of a pastor
FA little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster
AmAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be
G/BJust another classic all-American tragedy
Interlude
Am F C G .
Am F C .
Verse 2
Am FSneaking out her room, quarter after two
CPlanning the tattoos they'll keep from their parents
Am FHe gets her into shows, she wants to see the road
CTrading in a future for her name in his lyrics
Am F CThey all say, "Oh my God, they might be too far gone"
Am FOh, they're off of the deep end, and mom isn't sleeping
C'Cause she knows that no one could get them to stop
Chorus
AmShe's into bad guys driving the fast cars
F CMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band
G/BUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan
AmHe was a good kid, son of a pastor
FA little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster
CAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be
G/BJust another classic all-American tragedy
Post-Chorus
Am F C .
Am F C .
Chorus
DmShe's into bad guys driving the fast cars
F AmMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band
Undressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan
AmHe was a good kid, son of a pastor
FA little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster
CAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be
G/BJust another classic all-American tragedy
Outro
Am F C .
Am F C .
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