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Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Intro: F D7 Some day, some day Bb C F Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown F Some day, some day, some day Am I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday Hold up, hold up Eb Dm Some day, some days, I remembered this on a Sunday Gm Am Bb C Gm Am Bb C Back way, yeah, way, way, burning, mhm-mhm F Am Uh, some day, well, I wanna tell everybody, some days Eb I wanna hit the red dot, I'll never find Dm Some days, ohh Gm Am Bb C Now that I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana Gm Am Bb C Now that I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh, yeah
Chorus: F Am I've been tryin' to make you love me Eb Dm Gm C But everything I try just takes you further from me Verse: F Some day we gon' set it off Am Some day we gon' get this off Baby, don't you bet it all Eb On a pack of Fentanyl Dm You might think they wrote you off Gm Am They gon' have to rope me off Bb C Gm Am Some day the drama'll be gone Bb C F And they'll pray, no, oh, no F Sometimes I take all the shine Am Talk like I drank all the wine Years ahead but way behind Eb I'm on one, two, three, four, five Dm No half-truths, just naked minds Gm Am Caught between space and time Bb C Gm Am This not what we had in mind Bb C But maybe some day Chorus: F Am I've been tryin' to make you love me Eb Dm Gm C But everything I try just takes you further from me Outro: F Am Woah, once again I am a child Eb Dm I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah Gm Am Bb Of everything that I know C Gm Am Bb C F And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free Am We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah Eb Dm Gm Am Bb I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed C Gm Am Bb C F And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free Am We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah Eb Dm Gm Am Bb I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed C Gm Am Bb C F And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free Am We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah Eb Dm Gm Am Bb I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed C Gm Am Bb C F And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free Am We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah Eb Dm Gm Am Bb I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed C Gm Am Bb C F And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
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