F Am Troubled at the office, troubled at the bankF I put my hands against the tree lineAm I know it's real, but it still feels fakeDm The last thing I remember from that World G Mutes Was a drum take clicked out on the tape too slow.F Oh what a life we giveAm Toward obsessions and currled toesF And the death line that's runningAm Through our friends as well as foesDm G And the tree line looks over like a bending ghostC Dm G As I go down this road of the bored and the boringF Am No one saw it coming, everyone was shockedF So I bummed my roommate's helmetAm And keep a tight grip on my bike lockDm Bbdim/G Dm Takes the side streets, keep my eyes clockedG Oh, it only takes a second to passF I've had some really nice peopleAm Say some really smart things to meF I've had really good peopleAm Bummed out here in this bed next to meDm So I sing my life in circlesG Through these outrages and IC Have had some really nice peopleAm Have to tell me goodbyeDm Bdim/Ab So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes andAm Am G Am / Let it fly and try to stay positiveE|-----------------|Bbdim/G - x,x,5,6,5,6 Bdim/Ab - x,x,6,7,6,7
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