There's a guy singing in the edge of the room
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Making sounds through a face like a prune
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He's got them fancy checkered pants and a chip in his tooth
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Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Suffocating from patchouli and smoke
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Here's the fifty-first song that he wrote
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About the girl who split fifty weeks ago
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Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah
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And there's a weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder
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The patented moves growing colder
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The seventh chord just keeps getting older
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Oh my soul, just hit me if I get on a roll
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But this all sounded so good in the bedroom cold
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Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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But its only a 2 AM tune
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With a bridge lifted from "My Aim Is True"
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From the setlist drink to the practice room
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Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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But there's a weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder
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The patented moves growing colder
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The seventh chord just keeps getting older
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And he knows just as sure as this microphone stinks
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There's a change coming through and he ain't going home alone tonight
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And there's a weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder
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The seventh chord just keeps getting older
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Is it me or is the room getting colder
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Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet
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Feel the dust building up at our feet
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The seventh chord just keeps getting older
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Guys, Girls, Guitars
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You Am I |