The 90s Teclado

	                             

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Sometimes I think about the 90s 
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I know that everyone romanticized it 
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But you could sign me up 
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For a world without the internet 

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I hate how easy they can find me 
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Just by looking up my mom's address 
                  Bb  F 
I think about the 90s 
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When I was not a problem yet 

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All the time I should've been so happy I was here 
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Wasting it on worrying, just made it disappear 
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Now my head feels so heavy 
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I'm left holding up the levee 
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Feels so foreign, I'm already home 

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I think about the 90s 
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When the future was a testament 
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To something beautiful and shiny, now 
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We're only countin' down the time that's left 
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With everything behind me 
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I wonder how much of it I'll forget 
                  Bb F 
I think about the 90s 
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When I think about what I regret 


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All the time I should've been so happy I was here 
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Wasting it on worrying, just made it disappear 
Bb          F 
Now my head feels so heavy 
Dm               Am 
I'm left holding up the levee 
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Feels so foreign, I'm already home 
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When your heart starts to harden 
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Lay your guard down in your garden 
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Same backyard, but we are not home 

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Sometimes I think about the 

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Sometimes I think about the 


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All the time I should've been so happy I was here 
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Wasting it on worrying, just made it disappear 
Bb          F 
Now my head feels so heavy 
Dm               Am 
I'm left holding up the levee 
Bb                F           Dm   Am 
Feels so foreign, I'm already home 
Bb              F 
When your heart starts to harden 
Dm                  Am 
Lay your guard down in your garden 
Bb             F              Dm   Am 
Same backyard, but we are not home