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G D A
G D A
VERSE:
G DRipped-up jeans and faded Chuck Taylors
AHead full of dreams and mouth like a sailor
G DQuit the Highschool team, they called me a failure
ABut, I was finding my way
G DStraight out of that town, onto something bigger
AGuitar case all covered in stickers
G DFound a little pink house for the band and we figured we're
A Gonna make it someday
CHORUS:
G DMaybe I don’t hang out with the in-crowd
AYou never heard all the songs I play loud
G DI tell jokes with off-color punch lines
A G My smoke, might get you a little too high
DThey said it would hold me back
A BmBut it’s brought me the farthest
GYou can call me left of center
D AThe last time I checked
G D AThat’s right where the heart is
VERSE:
G DI follow my own beat, don’t care if it’s different
AKeep doing my thing, try to be what’s missing
G DIn a town that’ll make you wanna feel like quittin’ when
AYou don’t sound like the same old same
CHORUS:
G DMaybe I don’t hang out with the in-crowd
AYou never heard all the songs I play loud
G DI tell jokes with off-color punch lines
A G My smoke, might get you a little too high
DThey said it would hold me back
A BmBut it’s brought me the farthest
GYou can call me left of center
D AThe last time I checked
G D AThat’s right where the heart is
G Bm AThat’s right where the heart is
CHORUS:
G DMaybe I don’t hang out with the in-crowd
AYou never heard all the songs I play loud
G DI tell jokes with off-color punch lines
A G My smoke, might get you a little too high
DThey said it would hold me back
A BmBut it’s brought me the farthest
GSo you can call me left of center
D AThe last time I checked
G D AThat’s right where my heart is
G D AThat’s right where my heart is
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