Petrified Life and the Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks): acordes por 
Gym Class Heroes 
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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
G
motivation comes and goes
Em
so sedation compensates for
unexpected vacations
that's my pre-gratitude
Dm
Post-please leave leave leave me
alone that's just my rude attitude
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No dysfunction flipside, I'm
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just your ordinary citizen
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Em
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again,
Am
but then again (shit...)
I'm really mommy's little angel,
shoulder got strangled
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For trying to tangle with his nemesis
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he caught him on the wrong day
Em
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles
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-(let the fucking song play)
I'm on my way to the store,
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ignoring the city to purchase
a pack of marb reds
with a stack of rolled pennies
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and my stomach holds plenty,
Em
but my pockets got holes,
I guess the goal is to stay empty...
Dm
me and my pockets share interest
I never fall in love with that pretty
green-eyed temptress,
temptress,
F
I learned my lesson the first time
Em
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing
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Jordan Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones,
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my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
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they eating everything I'm feeding them
Em
Put myself in every painting
and use my spit as mat medium
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And results of my children
We share the same genes,
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cast the same reflection
and interpret the same dreams.
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F
Em
like whoa (x3)
whao (x7)
Verse 2
I roam these streets with
Feeling like I'm worthless
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But contrary to my last statement,
Em
Content with the fact that I
know this city's mine
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And at night, I roam these streets with
Feeling like I'm worthless
G
But contrary to my last statement,
Em
Content with the fact that
I know this city's mine
Verse 3
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I walk down dead end streets
like I didn't see the sign
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Just to turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy,
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Em
but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
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I'm only yawning because
these simply minded
mortals make me sleepy
Dm
So what do I do? I resort to TV
attempt to numb myself
Em
And insignificant information like
"Willis was really Ty Bridges"
Am
just to have the upper hand
Dm
in monotonous conversation,
and for lack of better stimulation
G
I'm painting portraits of
Em
with gloomy faces rockin;
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts,
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and and you're assuming I'm tasteless?
You misconstrue it but your
Dm
babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of
a very bitter young man
G
that kicks rusty soda cans
F
and walks on decrepit bricks
Em
with a permanent pair of headphones
trying to make these lectures stick
Am
I'll let the protestors picket,
like they are going to make
a difference
Dm
And watch them die before they realize that
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their cause was nonexistent
Em
Verse 4
Chorus:
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And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely
Dm
no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like
I'm worthless)
G
But contrary to my last statement,
Em
Content with the fact that I
know this city's mine
Am
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely
Dm
no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless
(feeling like I'm worthless)
G
But contrary to my last statement,
Em
Content with the fact that I
know this city's mine
Verse 5
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I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping
on every single crack
Dm
Reminiscent of that joke we used to
say when we were snotty nose
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my purpose got defeated when
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my mom turned paraplegic,
Em
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plus I failed my civil service exam,
Am
…not to mention tainted urine samples and the
Dm
attention span of a second-grader
more more fascinated with building blocks than
G
wasting time stressing his daily lesson
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E
hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like
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lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)
I stepped on the left cause
rights wrong (wrong)
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So what do I do? Resort to friendly games
G
of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
Em
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I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking
Verse 6
I roam these streets with absolutely
Dm
no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless
(feeling like I'm worthless)
G
But contrary to my last statement,
Em
E
Em
Content with the fact that I
know this city's mine
Am
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely
Dm
no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like
I'm worthless)
G
But contrary to my last statement,
Em
Content with the fact that
I know this city's mine
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