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RIFF 1
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VERSE 1
G5                C5               A5             C5
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G5        C5                   A5                    C5
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
    G5                         C5                  C5
The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four.

CHORUS
G5    E5      A5            D5  
           But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G5    E5                A5               D5              
           Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.

(RIFF 1)

VERSE 2
         G5          C5              A5               C5
He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize.
G5               C5                   A5          C5        
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight.
G5                    C5              C5
But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall.
G5   E5      A5            D5        
          But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.

Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.

(RIFF 1)
  
BRIDGE
E5  E5                          A5 A5                      
       He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
    C5 C5                 G5     G5
His jeans never fit quite right.
              E5 E5
But there's a razor blade cut.
  A5 A5                       D5       D5   D5   D5
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G5               C5                A5             C5
Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.
G5        C5                   A5                    C5
And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right
G5                     C5                  C5
The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night.

CHORUS
G5    E5      A5            D5                 
           But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G5    E5                A5               D5
           Just put your things away, you know its just not your

BRIDGE
E5 E5                          A5 A5
      He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.
    C5 C5                 G5     G5
His jeans never fit quite right.
              E5 E5 
But there's a razor blade cut.
  A5 A5                       D5       D5   D5   D5
I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and
G5     E5      A5            D5
            But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.
G5     E5                A5               D5          
            Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.
G5     E5  A5                   D5
            That's the way we're gonna get it right.

(RIFF 1)