TITLE: I Guess It All Makes Sense at the End
ALBUM: This Machine Pwns N00bs
MUSIC AND LYRICS: Hank Green
ORIGINAL ARTISTS: Hank Green
TRANSCRIPTION: Andrew Marsden

For some reason, I've had this song stuck in my head for a week.

Quite simple. I prefer to play with a capo
[because I have unbelievably tiny hands, the chords are easier that way]

This is probably broadly similar to the existing version, but I compiled this one by ear 
through playing.

The main difference is that the spacing and division of the song is fixed. I've also corrected
some of the lyrics [based on the This Machine Pwns N00bs version - the Youtube version 
may differ].

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CAPO 2
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CAPO 2   (gCEA) | NO CAPO  (gCEA)
D         2220  | E         1402
A         2100  | B         4322
G         0232  | A         2100
Bm        4222  | C#m       1104
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VERSE 1

      D               A    G
  I'd like to do some calculations,
         D                            A    G
  In the hopes that I'll come to some realisations.
     Bm
  My mind is not what it used to be,
                       A
  That certainly isn't news to me.

        Bm
  But I want to know how my life was spent,
                G        A
  Now that I am near the end.
          D                   A          G
  So I'll add, subtract, multiply and divide,
           D                         A           G
  And I'll try and figure out what I did with my life.


CHORUS 1

          D            A           D
  I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,
                            A               G              D
  And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
          D         A        D          A
  I spent two years chewing, six months wooing,
          D               A           D           A
  And I'm sure you're curious: almost three years pooing.

          Bm
  I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,
         A
  That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die.
              G
  But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,
       D                  G     A      D
  So I guess it all makes sense at the end.


VERSE 2

          D                  A     G
  I spent nearly a full year masturbating,
         D                        A   G
  Second only to the one we spent copulating.
    Bm
  I know you're not a fan of this vulgarity,
                                         A
  But completeness is important for full clarity.

          Bm
  I spent more than seven years watching television,
                             G      A
  And how could I not regret that decision.
        D                               G        A
  But I don't think that I'll ever know how much time,
    D                           G         A
  I did or didn't spend looking into your eyes.


CHORUS 2

          D            A           D
  I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,
                            A               G              D
  And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
          D         A            D          A
  I spent two years chewing, and six months wooing,
          D               A           D           A
  And I'm sure you're curious: almost three years pooing.

          Bm
  I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,
         A
  That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die.
              G
  But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,
       D                  G     A      D
  So I guess it all makes sense at the end.


VERSE 3

       D                       A           G
  I've never known any way but numbers and sums,
          D                             A      G
  To understand what we are and what we have become.
           Bm
  But like numbers are perfect, that's how this has been for me,
                                                  A
  And I hope that I still give you everything you need.

  Bm
  Eighty years alive, and four eating food,
                                G          A
  Five reading books, and fifty-seven with you,
      D                   G          A
  Two eyes, one nose, one smile, one life:
      D                 G            A
  It somehow isn't ever quite enough time...


CHORUS

          D            A           D
  I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,
                            A               G              D
  And there's not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
          D         A            D          A
  I spent two years chewing, and six months wooing,
          D               A           D           A
  And I'm sure you're curious: almost three years pooing.

          Bm
  I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,
         A
  That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die.
              G
  But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,
       D                  G     A      D
  So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

OUTRO

        D                  G     A      D
  Oh, I guess it all makes sense at the end.
          D                  G     A      D
  Yeah, I guess it all makes sense at the end...