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[Intro]
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[Verse]
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I can taste you in my mouth
D A
It's kinda funny cause i'm not even thinking of you anymore
How desperate, how desperate can you really be
D A
To tell yourself that I am the same guy that you knew before.
E
Then again aren't we all, so desperate
A
I'm giving up on humans, I'm giving up on life
I don't like changing, I don't like to fight
D A
I'm just trying to keep my head afloat.
Economic crisis, Ignore a genocide
Terrorists and global warming were all gonna die
D A
And I'm just trying to enjoy my Sunday off.
E
But we don't have the time, or the money, to relax
A D
Say one more word, and I might cry
A E
Put more on my plate and I might die
A D
I just wasn't made for these times
A E A
I'm a little cowboy, and this is my pink bike
[Interlude]
A D A D A E
A D
Say one more word and I might cry
A E
Put more on my plate and I might die
A D
I just wasn't made for these times, oh no
A E A
I'm a little cowboy, and this is my pink bike
[Outro]
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Mr.Smith