Girls In The Suburbs Singing Smiths Songs chords by Goody Grace

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She don't hit me up anymore, no

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Things that were fun just ain't fun anymore, no

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Six in the morning I know I should go    home

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But I, uh-huh
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  High as fuck and the clock's screaming   tick-tock

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Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs

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I know that it's wrong

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I don't know what I'm doin,    but

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   Maybe one day it'll all make sense, oh-oh

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   Maybe one day it'll all make sense, oh-oh

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   Maybe one day it'll all make sense

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 But I just don't know when

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 And it feels like the end

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And all of my friends

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 Said

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 That I should get my mind off of the wrong things

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I should probably tear off all my heart strings

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You   can't pull them no more, no

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Can I pass out on your  floor

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Can I have a little more so I can

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Hear you babble on some more   about him

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 About   him, yeah

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 I got a little water bottle full of whiskey

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Oh, you lookin pretty like a model you should kiss me

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You so cool with your drugs and your ripped jeans

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I'm with you, but you ain't with me, no,    no

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Maybe one day it'll all make sense

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But I just don't know when

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 And it feels like the end

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And all of my friends,    said

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  That I should get my mind off of the wrong things

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I should probably tear off all my heart strings

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You can't  pull them no more

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