Nothing Special

     F#                     E
You play guitar for perfect - strangers
     F#                           E
You write some words they try to sell
     F#                            E
And then you sing these things in public
F#                     E
-- Sometimes not very well
F#                     E
You get paid to go to parties
 F#                        E
Drinking colors...talking trash...
    F#                             E
And you get laid because you're - 'arty'
    F#                   E
And wonder why it never lasts


[Chorus]
C                  F
- Maybe these are wonders
G                   Am
- More than we may know
C                            F
- Well I hate to steal your thunder
G                       E
- You ain't nothing special
                  G                  F#
You're no more celestial than anyone else
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    C
As far as I can tell
 E                                 G
Call it mythology, we see what we wanna see
                    F#    G   A    C
And everyone wants their distant dreams


[Interlude]
| F# | E |   x2

[Verse 2]
    F#                        E
So sure enough they want your - picture
F#                            E
-- And your deepest point of view
F#                                 E
-- You should know you're not that - pretty
F#                        E
-- And you haven't got a clue
F#                          E
-- But how you love the adoration
F#                             E
-- You believe your 'in-house' - press
F#                             E
-- And half the critics always - hate you
F#                        E
-- So you get horribly depressed


[Chorus]
C                  F
- Maybe these are wonders
G                   Am
- More than we may know
C                            F
- Well I hate to steal your thunder
G                       E
- You ain't nothing special
                  G                  F#
You're no more celestial than anyone else
    C
As far as I can tell
 E                                 G
Call it mythology, we see what we wanna see


[Otro]
G                       E
- You ain't nothing special
                  G                  F#
You're no more celestial than anyone else
    C
As far as I can tell
 E                                 G
Call it mythology, we see what we wanna see
    C         F#                  A   C
And I am the snake who bites his own tail