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[Intro] F#m  C#7  E  B

[Primera Parte]

      A
Young man
                       C#7
Will you ever act your age?
                       F#m
Will you ever turn the page?
                D                A
Was the odyssey all you wanted?
                      C#7
Do you still have any friends?
                       F#m
Do you know where love begins?
               D
Is the fantasy still worth 
somethin'?

[Estribillo]

A         C#7             F#m
Maybe the brick was never yellow
        D              A
And the road was never fun
           C#7             F#m
Maybe it's time to feel a little
D                   A
Enough with all the drugs
            C#7          F#m
Maybe it's time that you let go
   D                     A
Of what you're dreamin' of
          G             D
Maybe I'm just too sentimental
                    A C#7 F#m
To grow the fuck up
   D                A C#7 F#m D
To grow the fuck up

[Segunda Parte]

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      A
Young man
                             C#7
The drink is gonna take its toll
                              F#m
The fame is gonna stain your soul
                   D
If you win it all, it all will kill 
you
A
I'm getting high and punching walls
C#7
I'm throwing up in bathroom stalls
F#m                    D
Is it over yet? 'Cause I regret this

[Estribillo]

A         C#7              F#m
Maybe the brick was never yellow
        D              A
And the road was never fun
           C#7              F#m
Maybe it's time to feel a little
D                   A
Enough with all the drugs
            C#7           F#m
Maybe it's time that you let go
   D                     A
Of what you're dreamin' of
          G             D
Maybe I'm just too sentimental
                    F#m
To grow the fuck up

[Solo] F#m  C#7  E  B

[Puente]

F#m
Young man, young man
              C#7
Grow the fuck up
E
Young man, young man
              B
Grow the fuck up
F#m
Young man, young man
              C#7
Grow the fuck up
E
Young man, young man
              B
Grow the fuck up

[Estribillo]

A         C#7             F#m
Maybe the brick was never yellow
        D              A
And the road was never fun
           C#7             F#m
Maybe it's time to feel a little
D                   A
Enough with all the drugs
            C#7          F#m
Maybe it's time that you let go
   D                     A
Of what you're dreamin' of
          G             D
Maybe I'm just too sentimental
                    A G D
To grow the fuck up
                     A G D
To grow the fuck up
                  A C#7 F#m
To grow the fuck up
     D            A C#7 F#m D
To grow the fuck up