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Intro: B  F#  C#9   D#m

   B                  F#
If I was a question, would you be my
 answer?
   C#9                D#m
If I was the music, would you be the
 dancer
   B                   F#
If I was the student, would you be 
the teacher?
   C#9                 D#m
If I was the sinner, would you be 
the preacher?

 B                  F#
Would you be my? what's the don 
do-do-don
   C#9                 D#m
I still got a lotta shit to learn, 
I'll admit it
    B                F#
what's the don do-do-don
    C#9                       D#m
I still got a lotta shit to learn, 
I'll admit it

    B                             
Feelin? like a digit in the 
F#                    C#9
system, just anotha stupid number
   D#m
I don't know know know
    B                  F#         
Everything is twisted, I can feel 
         C#9
it, it's another stupid summer
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    D#m
When it's cold cold cold
    B                    F#       
We can do it on our own, head up 
            C#9            D#m
to a place where maybe no-one goes
    B                           
In a rocket full of liquor and a 
              F#
Polaroid fo? pictures
    C#9                         
Baby, you should stop me before I 
D#m
lose control

     B                             
How a-perfect a person that might 
 F#             C#9
go through your person
     D#m
Put on your disguise?
You see the stars, but they just see
 the skies
And you see my scars, what do they 
see

      B                  F#
If I was a question, would you be my
 answer?
      C#9                D#m
If I was the music, would you be the
 dancer
       B                 F#
If I was the student, would you be 
the teacher?
       C#9               D#m
If I was the sinner, would you be 
the preacher?
        B               F#
Would you be my? what's the don 
do-do-don
        B                     F#
I still got a lotta shit to learn, 
I'll admit it
        C#9         D#m
what's the don do-do-don
         B                   F#   
I still got a lotta shit to learn,
           C#9   D#m
 I'll admit it

         B                   F#   
Got yo finger on the trigger, and 
                   C#9
you aimin at the mirror
                 D#m
don't you shoot, that ain't you, nah
         B                         
'cause on the outside you 
   F#                      C#9
pretendin? but you hurtin? in the 
endin?
                D#m
what's the truth, what's the truth?

        B                      F# 
How a-perfect a person that might 
                C#9
go through your person
         D#m
Put on your disguise?
         B                   F#
You see the stars, but they just see
 the skies
         C#9               D#m
And you see my scars, what do they 
see

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