Tom: C
C
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I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds
G
In high tech studios in the Valley
F
Give me something that I can tap my toes to
C Am C Am
And scream at the top of my lungs
C Am G F
'Til it sounded like I've been smoking from the day that I was born
[Verse 2]
C
And you know that I would clap my hands until they’re red
Am
And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum
G
Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs
F C
And my feet would be glued to the floor
[Verse 3]
Am C
My head was high then
Am
Higher than today
G
It was easy to believe in something
F C
When I didn’t know a Goddamn thing
Am C
I close my eyelids
Am G
And wait for the clouds to part
F
And the sun to shine on me
[Interlude]
[Verse 1] chords
[Outro]
C Am F F x1
C
Do you remember April 17th?
Am
When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth
F
And I said “Oh, God” I need someone to help me
F C Am
Keep moving on my feet
F C Am
It’s getting harder to be real, to be real, darling
F
oh, real darling
