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| + | Slam dunkin like Shaquille O'Neal, if he wrote inroamftive articles. |
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- | <pre>
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- | Jesus of Suburbia
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- | Green Day
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- | CAPO I
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- | C
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- | I'm the son of rage and love
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- | Am
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- | The Jesus of suburbia
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- | F
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- | From the Bible of none of the above
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- | G
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- | On a steady diet of
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- | C
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- | Soda pop and rytalin
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- | Am
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- | No one ever died for my
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- | F
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- | Sins in hell, as far as I can tell
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- | G
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- | At least the ones I've gotten away with
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- | CHORUS
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- | F G
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- | And there's nothing wrong with me
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- | F G
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- | This is how I'm supposed to be
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- | F G
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- | In a land of make believe
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- | C-G F
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- | That don't believe in me
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- | C-G F
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- | C
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- | Get my television fix
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- | Am
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- | Sitting on my crucifix
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- | F
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- | The living room or my private womb
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- | G
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- | While the moms and brads are away
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- | C
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- | To fall in love and fall in debt
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- | Am
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- | To alcohol and cigarettes
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- | F
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- | And Mary Jane to keep me insane
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- | G
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- | And doing someone else's cocaine
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- | CHORUS
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- | C-G F
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- | C Am F G
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- | C E Am–G F G
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- | </pre>
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- | <pre>
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- | C
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- | At the center of the earth
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- | C/B
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- | In the parking lot
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- | Am G
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- | Of the 7-11 were I was taught
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- | F G
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- | The motto was just a lie
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- | C
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- | It says home is were your heart is
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- | C/B
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- | But what a shame
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- | Am G
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- | Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
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- | F G
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- | We're beating out of time
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- | CHORUS 2
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- | Am G
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- | City of the dead
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- | C F
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- | At the end of another lost highway
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- | Am G F
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- | Sign misleading to nowhere
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- | Am G
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- | City of the damned
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- | C F
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- | Lost children with dirty faces today
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- | Am G F
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- | No one really seems to care
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- | C
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- | I read the graffiti
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- | C/B
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- | In the bathroom stall
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- | Am G
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- | Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
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- | F G
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- | And so it seemed to confess
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- | C
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- | It didn't say much
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- | C/B
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- | But it only confirmed that
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- | Am G
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- | The center of the earth is the end of the world
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- | F G
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- | And I could really care less
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- | CHORUS 2
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- | G-C G-C F-C G
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- | </pre>
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- | <pre>
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- | G C |
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- | I don't care if you don't |
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- | G C |
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- | I don't care if you don't | x4
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- | F C G |
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- | I don't care if you don't care |
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- | F G
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- | I don’t care
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- | C Ab-G (x2)
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- | C Ab-G
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- | Everyone is so full of shit
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- | C Ab-G
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- | Born and raised by hypocrites
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- | C Ab-G
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- | Hearts recycled but never saved
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- | C Ab-G
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- | From the cradle to the grave
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- | C Ab-G
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- | We are the kids of war and peace
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- | C Ab-G
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- | From Anaheim to the Middle East
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- | C Ab-G
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- | We are the stories and disciples of
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- | C Ab-G
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- | The Jesus of suburbia
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- | F G C-G
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- | Land of make believe
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- | F G C-G
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- | And it don't believe in me
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- | F G C-G
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- | Land of make believe
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- | F G
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- | And I don't believe
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- | F G C
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- | And I don’t care (x4)
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- | F G C G
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- | And I don’t care
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- | G Bm
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- | Dearly beloved are you listening?
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- | C G D
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- | I can’t remember a word that you were saying
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- | G Bm
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- | Are we demented or am I disturbed?
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- | C G D
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- | The space that's in between insane and insecure
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- | G Bm C G D
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- | G Bm
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- | Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
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- | C G D
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- | Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
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- | G Bm
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- | Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
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- | C
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- | For lack of a better word
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- | G D
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- | And that's my beat excuse
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- | <pre>
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- | G Bm C G D
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- | G F-C (x4)
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- | G F G
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- | To live and not to breathe
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- | G F G
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- | Is to die in tragedy
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- | G F G
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- | To run, to run away
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- | G F G
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- | To find what you believe
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- | CHORUS 3
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- | C–G–C–G–C G D–G–D–G–D
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- | And I leave behind
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- | G C–G– C– G– C G D–G–D–G–D
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- | This hurricane of fucking lies
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- | G F G
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- | I lost my faith to this
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- | G F G
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- | This town that don't exist
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- | G F G
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- | So I run, I run away
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- | G F G
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- | To the light of masochist
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- | CHORUS 3
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- | C–G–C–G–C G D–G–D–G–D
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- | And I walked this line
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- | G C– G– C– C G D–G–D–G–D
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- | A million and one fucking times
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- | But not this time
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- | G F–C (x10)
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- | C G C G C G D G D G D G (x2)
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- | C D
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- | I don't feel any shame
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- | G C
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- | I won’t apologize
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- | C D G
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- | When there ain't nowhere you can go
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- | C D
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- | Running away from pain
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- | G C
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- | When you've been victimized
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- | C D
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- | Tales from another broken...
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- | G
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- | Home
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- | F–C G
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- | You’re leaving (x3)
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- | F–C
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- | Ah you’re leaving home
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- | G F–C G F-C G
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- | </pre>
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Slam dunkin like Shaquille O'Neal, if he wrote inroamftive articles.