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[Tab]

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Verses fingerpicked to this pattern:   
         C                 Am              Fmaj7 
e|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| 
B|---1-------1-----|---1-------1-----|---1-------1-----| 
G|-------0-------0-|-------2-------2-|-------2-------2-| 
D|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|-----3-------3---| 
A|-3-------3-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------| 
E|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| 
  
Chorus same until G: 
  
         G                      G7 
e|-------3--------|     |-------1------1-| 
B|--------------0-|     |----------------| 
G|---0------0-----| x3, |---0------0-----| x2 
D|-----0------0---|     |-----0------0---| 
A|----------------|     |----------------| 
E|-3--------------|     |-3--------------|

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[Intro]

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C 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
Am 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
Fmaj7 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
    C 
Oo oo

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[Strophe]

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C 
And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit 
Am 
I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring 
Fmaj7 
And I ain't seen the light of day since, well, that's not important 
            C 
It's been long  
C 
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip like Houston 
Am 
Cars and clothes, thought I was winning, you knew I was losing 
F 
You told me to wake up, oh, my clock always stays on snooze 
          C 
And I'm done 
C7

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[Refrain]

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Fmaj7 
To each their own and found peace in knowing 
C 
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping 
Fmaj7 
Show no emotion, against your coding 
C                           G 
And just act as hard as you can 
                 G7 
You don't need a friend 
N.C. 
Boy, you're the man

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[Post-Refrain]

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C 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
Am 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
Fmaj7 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
    C 
Oo oo

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[Strophe]

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C 
And I've been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from 
Am 
It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons 
F 
Drought comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on 
C 
Sober, ugh  
C 
I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do with it 
Am 
I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune 
    F 
And lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance 
C 
Drank more  
C7

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[Refrain]

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Fmaj7 
To each their own and found peace in knowing 
C 
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping 
Fmaj7 
Show no emotion, against your coding 
C                       G 
Just act as hard as you can 
                 G7 
You don't need a friend 
N.C. 
Boy, you're the man

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[Outro]

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C 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
Am 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
Fmaj7 
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo 
    C 
Oo oo 
C

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