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Intro: A  C#m  F#m  E 
          A  C#m  F#m  E 

A         C#m          D     F#m 
  I saw a cigarette contend 
           C#                       D 
It was the smell of death that kept strolling in 
A            C#m               D     F#m 
  Maybe that henna'd back of yours 
             C#     E 
That held me back, back from keeping score 

A               C#m 
There goes that moonboy 
        D 
Looking jungly 
             E 
With all his leaves a-growing 
A                 C#m 
  Split down that long back 
            D 
He would've thought that 
       E 
If you got to know him 
A                     C#m 
  True blue with your fists up 
           D 
You little kiss up 
        E 
Wishin' things were heavy 
A                    C#m 
  That's fine in the end though 
                D 
Where'd all our friends go 
       E 
We can dip if you're ready 

( A  C#m  F#m  E ) 
( A  C#m  F#m  E ) 

A           C#m           F#m   E 
  I bet you take me for a fool 
A                    C#m               F#m                   E 
  Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules 
A             C#m         F#m    E 
  Some weird abandon in sheets 
A                   C#m 
  Though the tongue tastes good 
   F#m               E 
My grammar's falling from the cheeks 

A               C#m 
There goes that moonboy 
        D 
Looking jungly 
             E 
With all his leaves a-growing 
A                 C#m 
  Split down that long back 
            D 
He would've thought that 
       E 
If you got to know him 
A                     C#m 
  True blue with your fists up 
           D 
You little kiss up 
        E 
Wishin' things were heavy 
A                    C#m 
  That's fine in the end though 
                D 
Where'd all our friends go 
       E 
We can dip if you're ready 

( A  C#m  F#m ) 

E     A      C#m  F#m 
I was wrong 
           E            A  C#m F#m 
You were a friendly kid 
E     A     C#m  F#m 
I was wrong 
           E 
You were a friendly kid 

A    C#  F#m  E 
Fill the raf- ters 
A     C#    F#m  D 
Right field dan- ces 
Em       D 
Baseball diamonds 
A    C#  F#m E   Dm   E7 
Take our chances out 

A                   C#m               D 
  There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going 
A                C#m              F#m 
  Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch 
  D 
Anxiety growing 
A              C#m              D 
  Some cordial framework of the sunset; A yellow made out of gray 
A              C#m          D 
  My bones are tired of the body that woke me up today 

A                 C#m 
  There goes that moonboy 
        D 
Looking jungly 
             E 
With all his leaves a-growing 
A                 C#m 
  Split down that long back 
            D 
He would've thought that 
       E 
If you got to know him 
A                     C#m 
  True blue with your fists up 
           D 
You little kiss up 
        E 
Wishin' things were heavy 
A                    C#m 
  That's fine in the end though 
                D 
Where'd all our friends go 
       E 
We can dip if you're ready 

( A  C#m  F#m ) 

E     A      C#m  F#m 
I was wrong 
           E            A  C#m F#m 
You were a friendly kid 
E     A     C#m  F#m 
I was wrong 
           E 
You were a friendly kid 
A 
  I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong