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The Wonder Years - "I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral"
by Morgan - email protected
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Ab
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Gb
Bb
Eb
i know this sounds silly but it makes sense trust me. or correct me if u like :)
again, THIS TAB IS ALL RELATIVE TO THE TUNING
Eg/ G is played as a bar on the 5th fret (where you'd normally play A)
DClear the apartment.
AI plan on collapsing and I cBmould have swoArn I heard a cGar door slam.
DI'm stuck at the corner of grinding teeAth and stomach acid,Bm
All alone under Aa soft rain anGd streetlamp.
DI spent my life weighed down by a stone heart,
ADrowning in irony and settliBmng for anythiAng. G
DSomewhere down the line all the wirAing went faulty.
Bm G Gb (G but top finger slid down A 1/2 step)
I'm scared shitless of failure and I'm staring out at where I wanna be.
GI just want to sBmell out my funAeral.
GI just want to bBme enough for eAveryone.
GI just want to sBmell out my funAeral.
GKnow that I fougBmht until the lAights were gone.
DI'm walking through harbors and churchyards.
AI felt the snow crack under my feet.
BmI'll stay thankful for mild winters, for every sGhot I got at anything.
DI'll blame the way that I was brought up or the flAaws that I was born with
Or the miBmstakes that I've made; they're all just fuckGing excuses.
GbSo bury Gme in the memAories of my friends and family.
GbI just nGeed to know tAhat they were proud of me.
REPEAT Chorus
DOh, we all wanna know.
Where'd the American dreBmam go?
Did you give Aup and go hoGme?
Am I here alone?
DOh, when the credits roll,
I'll watch as the scBmreen glows;
The moments when AI choked, all the feaGrs that I've outgrowDn.
At least I hope so.
A
DI was just happy to be a Acontender.
I Bmwas just aching for anGything.
DAnd I used to have such sAteady hands
BmBut now I can't keep 'Gem from shaking.
(**same chords as above**)
Oh I'm sorry I...
I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times.
Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped?
I'm awkward and nervous.
I'm awkward and nervous.
I'm awkward and nervous.
I'm awkward and nervous.
GBut I was kind of hoGbping you'd sAtay.
GI was kind of hopingGb you'd stay.A
GI was kind of hopingGb you'd stay.D
AI need you to stBmay.
Oh, god, could you stGay?
I need you.
GbIf I'm in an airpoGrt and you're in a hoBmspital bed,
AWell then, what kind of man does that make me?
GbIf I'm in an airpoGrt and you're in a hospiBmtal bed,
AWell then, what kind of man does that make me?
GbIf I'm in an airpoGrt, if I'm in an airporDt
AWhat kind of man does that make me?
GbWhat kind of man dGoes that make me? D
AWhat kind of man does that make me?
I know how iDt AfeBmelsG to be at war with a world that never loved me.
(I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me)
All we had were hand me-downs.
(I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me)
All we had was good will.
Two blackbirDdsA oBmn aG highway sign
Are laughing at me here with my wings clipped.
I'm staring up at the sky
But the bombs keep fucking falling.
There's no devil on my shoulder;
He's got a rocking chair on my front porch
But I won't let him in.
No, I won't let him in.
'Cause I'm sicDk A(rBmiffG B) of seeing ghosts
And I know how it's all gonna end.
There's no triumph waiting.
There's no sunset to ride off in.
We all want to be great men
And there's nothing romantic about it.
I just want to know that I did all I could with what I was given.
End on palm mute D
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