Tom: D
[Intro] G Em
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I would rather be any place but here
G Em
Spin the bottle or roll the dice my dear
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Cause I can't care I can't seem to break my fall
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It seems I would rather be any place at all
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So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?
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Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me
Am G
Killing me, killing me
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I remember when, wind would make me cry
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I remember when I wasn't afraid to die
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I wish I'd never, never fallen in line
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So take this soul I sold, I'm going back in time
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So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?
C Em G
Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me
Am Am
Killing me, killing me
G Em
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
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It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
G Em
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
