Never Trust A Man Without A Horribly Embarrassing Secret - Bomb the Music Industry!
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[Intro]
Bb Dm/A F Eb (x3)
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[Verse]
Bb F
Remember when we danced at shows?
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Before we all stood in the back
Gm Dm Bb A Gm
We sang Guilty Pleasures so damn loud our lungs were sore
The competition can't compete with that
[Verse]
Bb F
I guess I got back on the horse
Eb Bb
As I get on another plane
I'll try to ride it less, mom, and be more responsible
But we both know dad and I are the same
[Chorus]
So I need damage control
Another shot of whiskey goes down easy, my reputation does exceed me
Eb Edim
Fire in the hole, soon I'll be
Bb Eb
Falling backwards as expected
[Post-Chorus]
I don't know if I wanna do this for you, yeah
I don't know if I gotta do this for you, oh
I don't know if I'm gonna do this for you, yeah
But I'll do this for me
[Verse]
Bb F
This isn't how I pictured me
Eb Bb
Standing on the side, pocketing hands
Gm Dm Bb A Gm
Answering your questions boringly and humorless
I'm not as important as you think I am
Bb F
I don't want to make new friends
My friendships always end up in a blaze
I just wanted to be something that I'll probably never be
A happy, well-adjusted human being
[Chorus]
So I need damage control
Another shot of whiskey goes down easy, my reputation does exceed me
Eb Edim
Fire in the hole, and I'll be
Bb Eb
Falling backwards as expected
[Post-Chorus]
I don't know if I wanna do this for you, yeah
I don't know if I gotta do this for you, oh
I don't know if I'm gonna do this for you, yeah
But I'll do this for me
Bb Dm/A Gm F Eb
Me, I won't impress, I'll
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Bore you with kindness
[Chorus]
You don't need damage control
Another shot of whiskey goes down easy, my reputation does exceed me
Eb Edim
Fire in the hole, soon I'll be
Bb Eb
Falling backwards, stealing your beers
Dm Gm
Crying loudly, singing Green Day
Cm F
Pumping my fist, getting stared at
D Gm Am Bb C Eb Ebm
Making phone calls saying that I miss the days back when I had real fun
[Post-Chorus]
I don't know if I wanna do this for you
I don't know if I gotta do this for you
And I'm sure as shit not gonna do this for you
But I'll do this for me
[Outro]
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