Woodchuck

D C Am G
D C Am G

[Verse 1]
D                     C          Am                       G
How much wood could I chuck if I gave a flying fuck about chucking bits of wood?
D                               C                    Am                              G
I wonder if I would, or would I just do the same and say it's what I do when I don't do it 
everyday?
              D                      C
Just take the process as my name and now I feel ashamed
       Am                      G
When I say it's what I am I am lying to your face!
            D                            C                    Am                         G
I'd like to say I'm what I love but if I loved chucking wood, I don't think that I would chuck 
enough

[verse 2]
      Em          C       B       G                Em         C         B
Oh if Peter Piper picks a peck of pickled peppers, does Peter pick them forever?
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             Em     C       B      G      Em  C     B
And does the pepper picking really define our Peter Piper?

[Verse 3]
    D                 C                  Am                           G
Now would I still be a Woodchuck if like Peter I picked peppers but I chucked wood when I could
             D             C                 Am                   G
And should I give a flying fuck if you see a pepper picker or you see a woodchuck?
                D         C                            Am            G
It'd be nice to be defined by what we love but I don't think that we think that we're good 
enough
          D                     C               Am                          G
We're all imposters who've been riding on luck, posturing until the day that we're eventually 
shown up

[Verse 4]
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Em   C        B       G          Em      C  B                             |
Pray tell the shadows of what we project to be affixed to us              |  x2
Em  C   B     G    Em  C  B                                               |
A pessimistic pest exists amidst us                                       |
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[Verse 5]
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Face fears they find out your fakery                                      |
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I think you are where you deserve to be                                   |  x2
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When definition wields weight over you                                    |
G                    B                                                    |
Know rational people feel like they're faking it too                      |
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