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Intro: C G Am Em F G C G


C         G         Am          
15 songs, 15 shows, 15 pigs 
    Em
sucking at your tit.
F                   C          F
How does it feel to live here? 
                   G
How does it feel to leave here?
C         G         Am      Em 
15 notes, 15 notes, 15 dogs 
             F
chewin' on your throat.
                    G         F
How does it feel to come home? I 
           G
wish you had a home.
    Am         G         F        
And you've got nothing I want but 
G           Am
something I need.
               F                 G  
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You've got the elegance and the 
ability to breathe.
C               G
Traffic report: 15 dead.
Am                      Em       
A head on collision, at least 
                         F
that's what I thought I had read.
F                 G             F
We're the kids in America, whoa oh.
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F                 G
We're the kids in America
C               G                 
15 days, you're back on track with
 Am                 Em
 fifteen ounces cut out of your
        F
fucking back.
F                   G
How does it feel to be you?
F        G
I do not envy you, dude.
    Am         G         F        
And you've got nothing I like but 
G           Am
something I love.
    F             G            
The charm and the skills to rise 
     Am
above.
                   F     G
You know how to be loved.
              C          G        
And you're as clean as a 
  Am   C
broke-dick dog.
C                  F       G    
I don't want to be like you but 
                  Am      C
I'm still rooting for you.
C                  F       G    
I would hate to be like you but 
                  Am      C
I'm still rooting for you.
C                  F       G    
I would hate to be like you but 
                  Am      C
I'm still rooting for you.
C                  F       G        
              Am      STOP
I don't want to be like you but I'm 
still rooting for you.
Am         G         F           
You've got nothing I hate but got
 G           Am
 something I loathe.
          F                        
You still walk around letting other
 G                    Am
 people pick out your clothes.
                               F  G
And they will tell you when to go,
they'll tell you who to 
Am                   C
know-woah-woah-oh-oh-oh.
                               F
And they will tell you when to stop.
                Fm   C
And then you'll stop.