Tom: G# minor•
Verse 1
Despite your pseudo-bohemian
appearance
appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York
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underground fashion magazine
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Prototypical non-conformist
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You are a vacuous soldier
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of the thrift store Gesta po
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You adhere to a set
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of standards and tastes
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That appear to be determined by an unseen panel
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of hipster judges (bullshit)
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Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming
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an d outgoing trends and styles of music and art
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you're so post-modern
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You're You're diving face forward
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into a antiquated path
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It's disgusting, its offensive,
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E
don't stick your nose up at me
Verse 2
Yeah, what do you have to
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Yeah, what do you have to
Verse 3
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You spend your time sitting in circles
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with your friends
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Pontificating to each other
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Forever competing for that one moment
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of self-aggrandizing glory
glory
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In which you hog the
intellectual spotlight
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Holding dominion over the entire
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shallow pointless conversation
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E
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Oh, we're not worthy
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When you walk by a group of
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quote-unquote nor mal normal people
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You chuckle to yourself patting
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yourself on the back as you scoff
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It's the same superiority com plex
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Shared by the high school jocks who
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made your life a living hell
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And makes you a slave to the
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competitive capitalist dogma
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You spend every moment of your
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B
waking life bitching about
Verse 4
E
Yeah, what do you have to
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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E
And I say yeah,
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what do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Verse 5
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E
'Cause I'm proud of my life and
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the things that I have done
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E
Proud of myself and the
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You're free to whine,
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it will not get you far
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E
I do just fine,
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my car and my guitar
Verse 6
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E
Proud of my life and the things
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E
Proud of myself and the loner
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E
You're free to whine,
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it will not get you far
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E
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I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
Verse 7
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I am shamelessly self-involved
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I I spend hours in front of the mirror,
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making my hair elegantly disheveled
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I worry about how this
album will sell
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Because I believe it will determine the
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amount of sex I will have in the future
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I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to
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treat my extreme social anxiety
Verse 8
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G#m
(admit it)
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You are a fraud (admit it)
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Yeah, you're living a lie (hey) living a lie
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(hey) you're life is living a lie
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You don't im press me (admit it)
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You don't intimidate
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Why don't you bow down, get on the ground,
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E
walk this fucking plank (yeah!)
Verse 9
G#m
to say for your self
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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E
And I say yeah (what do you..)
Verse 10
G#m
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E
Proud of my life and the things
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E
Proud of myself and the
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B
E
You're free to whine,
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it will not get you far
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B
E
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I do just fine, my car and my..
Interlude 1
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Verse 11
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I drift drift drift drift
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I drift drift drift drift
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E
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drift yeah oh
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Verse 12
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And I am done with this
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I want to taste the breeze of
My car and my guitar
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So you'll come to be, made of these,
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urgent unfulfilled
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Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead I'll rest
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E
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When I'm dead I'll rest way still
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When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
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When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
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When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
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When I'm dead I'll rest,
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