Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse: C Fmaj7 Tried to say hell to the rat race C Fmaj7 Tried to make my escape C Fmaj7 Pictures of parties and their faces under blue light C G Fmaj7 And their voices all on tape G Fmaj7 Can I become what I think I am C G Fmaj7 Try to find my weekend man G Fmaj7 Or will I become what I most fear C G Fmaj7 I bloomed too late now winter’s near
C Fmaj7 All of the guys think that it’s bullshit C Fmaj7 I have better things to write about C Fmaj7 But can you tell me that it’s better this way C G Fmaj7 Someone called while you were out Verse: G Fmaj7 Can I become what I think I am C G Fmaj7 Try to find my weekend man G Fmaj7 And in its place a smoking gun C G Fmaj7 Right before the weekend’s done G Fmaj7 Can I become what I think I am C G Fmaj7 Try to find my weekend man G Fmaj7 And in its place a smoking gun C G Fmaj7 Right before the weekend’s done G Fmaj7 Can I become what I think I am G Fmaj7 What I think I am
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