Short Stories

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I dont wanna write songs about 
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depression
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you probly won't' hear me singing
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 songs about the lady I love
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i dont bring up gonvernments and 
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politicians
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but i got these short stories in 
my bag you know the ones that Im 
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speaking of

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the man in the suit who wants to be 
a stock market millionaire
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with a twin brother over on the 
other side of town who wants to lay 
back beach bum grow
hair
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separated at birth and given up for 
an adoption
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then the vagabond finds himself at 
the beach and the other one in a 
mansion and he said

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A7           C7             
I dont wanna write songs about 
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depression
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you probly won't' hear me singing
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 songs about the lady I love
A7               C7              
i dont bring up gonvernments and 
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politicians
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but i got these short stories in 
my bag you know the ones that Im 
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speaking of

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well once upon a time a young man 
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age 18 leaves his hometown to go see
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what the rest of the world could 
offer him and to gain some clarity
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and now he's gone everywhere that he
 wanted to go
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and every thing was all said and 
done now
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then he finds himself on the front 
door step of the home town that he 
came from and he said

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I dont wanna write songs about 
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depression
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you probly won't' hear me singing
                  G
 songs about the lady I love
A7               C7           
i dont bring up gonvernments and 
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politicians
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but i got these short stories in 
my bag you know the ones that Im 
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speaking of

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things goin bad but you dont care
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stories told by the man in the 
rocking chair
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or the crack head sleeping out on 
the street
no clothes on his back no shoes on 
his feet
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but the tale that he tells to me 
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obviously aint reality
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truth or fiction I'm still listenin 
wanting more like his addiction

A7            C7            
I dont wanna write songs about 
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depression
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you probly won't' hear me singing
                  G
 songs about the lady I love
A7               C7           
i dont bring up gonvernments and 
    G
politicians
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but i got these short stories in 
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my bag you know the ones that Im 
speaking of