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A
Bless.
Everyone is stressed
Never second-guessing any chapter that comes next
He must be wrecked
A
Nights
All he does is write
Following his empathy with strangers that he likes
A
Calm
Picture of a song
Happy as a child though his adult choice is wrong
He's too far gone
E E Bm Bm D
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m Bm
You've got somewhere to be
Covering the seams
The threaded pockets on his jeans
F#m Bm
Oh at the end of the day
Old personas change
And coexist some way
[Chorus]
E
But they say
A D A
Take a little look at this young man
A D A
Take a little look at his face
He's got, all his money in a dustpan
But damn is his music strange
Tell me it's real
Tell me it's fake.
Fetch me every single grain of sand in the whole damn state
I heard this motherfucker didn't graduate
But damn is his music good
Oh!
[Verse]
A
Quit
Why would someone quit?
After every fit, he's writing something again
A
Smiles
Camera flashin' styles
File down the bars inside the jail where he lies
[Pre-chorus]
F#m Bm
Oh you've got somewhere to be
Covering the seams
The threaded pockets on his jeans, please
F#m Bm
Oh at the end of the day
Old personas change
And coexist some way
[Chorus]
E
But they say
A D A
Take a little look at this young man
A D A
Take a little look at his face
He's got, all his money in a dustpan
But damn is his music strange
Wait til he fails
Wait til he breaks
Wait til he's affected by the planets in the retrograde
He thinks he's Bob Dylan of the modern age
But he's got some work to do
[Bridge]
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug
A F#m D E A
Pull the plug, pull the plug (I say)
A F#m
Pull the plug,
D
Pull
E
The pluuuuuuuuug
[Chorus]
Oh, take a little look at this young man
Take a look at his fucked-up face
He eats like shit, he talks too quick
With no upper-body strength
He wrote a song
Isn't it strange?
Shouldn't he be making coffee
At a dumbed-down wage?
A A7 D Dm
Two thumbs down on his run-down page
But damn is this song alright