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- inspiration: RBW
- somewhat unfinished, though there is music for most of it
Lyrics
| Am E7 |
It's time I laid it on the line
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| C D |
You know I think you are just fine
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| F C |
But even if we start out right we'll
|
| Dm E |
end up wrong
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| Am E7 |
You know I have to leave you here
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| C D |
And find someone with a career
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| F C |
And don't you know my mother made me
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| F G |
write this song
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| Am E7 |
Hypocrisy comes hard to me
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| C D |
But it's expected, don't you see
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| F C |
If only I had paid attention
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| Dm E |
all along...
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| F C G
|
- How many times must I repeat
- You don't know how to be discreet
- And don't you know my mother made me write this song
F C E7
| Dm A |
Your shoes aren't tied, your clothes are wrong
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| C6 G |
You think too much, your hair's too long
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| Bb F |
You don't know when to stop thinking of the
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| Gm A |
reasons you shouldn't just quietly go along
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| Dm A |
...I can't get through to you
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| C6 G |
Now what the hell am I gonna to do
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| Bb F |
My mother warned me about people like you
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| Gm A7
|
- Won't you please cooperate
- It's time to go now we'll be late
- I always get the blame for when we take too long
- This only proves what I was told
- You'll have regrets when you get old
- And don't you know my mother made me write this song
- You act too weird, your shirt's untucked
- I feel confused, my life is fucked
- I'm way too tired to reconstruct
- The reasons for this mess
- You don't belong here in this place
- It's all my fault, a great disgrace
- I just can't go back home to face
- My family's distress