Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro]
A
[Verse]
A
Oh
E
Everybody knows
Bm
When he's feeling cold he takes a breaker
D
So I'm told
A
Bless.
E
Everyone is stressed
Bm D
Never second-guessing any chapter that comes next
A
He must be wrecked
A
Nights
E
All he does is write
Bm D
Following his empathy with strangers that he likes
A
Calm
E
Picture of a song
Bm D
Happy as a child though his adult choice is wrong
A
He's too far gone
E E Bm Bm D
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m Bm
You've got somewhere to be
D
Covering the seams
A
The threaded pockets on his jeans
F#m Bm
Oh at the end of the day
D
Old personas change
A
And coexist some way
[Chorus]
E
But they say
A D A
Take a little look at this young man
A D A
Take a little look at his face
F#m D
He's got, all his money in a dustpan
E D
But damn is his music strange
A
Tell me it's real
F#m
Tell me it's fake.
D E A
Fetch me every single grain of sand in the whole damn state
A7 D Dm
I heard this motherfucker didn't graduate
D E A
But damn is his music good
Oh!
[Verse]
A
Quit
E
Why would someone quit?
Bm D
After every fit, he's writing something again
A
Smiles
E
Camera flashin' styles
Bm D
File down the bars inside the jail where he lies
[Pre-chorus]
F#m Bm
Oh you've got somewhere to be
D
Covering the seams
A
The threaded pockets on his jeans, please
F#m Bm
Oh at the end of the day
D
Old personas change
A
And coexist some way
[Chorus]
E
But they say
A D A
Take a little look at this young man
A D A
Take a little look at his face
F#m D
He's got, all his money in a dustpan
E D
But damn is his music strange
A
Wait til he fails
F#m
Wait til he breaks
D E A
Wait til he's affected by the planets in the retrograde
A7 D Dm
He thinks he's Bob Dylan of the modern age
D E A
But he's got some work to do
[Bridge]
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug (I say)
A F#m
Pull the plug,
D
Pull
E
The pluuuuuuuuug
[Chorus]
D E A
Oh, take a little look at this young man
D E A
Take a look at his fucked-up face
A F#m
He eats like shit, he talks too quick
D E A
With no upper-body strength
A
He wrote a song
F#m
Isn't it strange?
D E
Shouldn't he be making coffee
A
At a dumbed-down wage?
A A7 D Dm
Two thumbs down on his run-down page
D E A
But damn is this song alright
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