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Rare Americans — Fuck you world

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/*по ↓ на аккорд*/             B5
I was an everyday ordinary
golden little girl
         F#5
And our parents sleep in separate beds
Church on Sunday, world,
           G#5
Two older sisters, natural smile,
and a curious eye
      E5
Got started early
I got knocked up in junior high
        B5
Wasn′t ready,
my dad would have disowned me
        F#5
Wasn't steady,
boy you ran you could have phoned me
        G#5
Had to hide,
I didn′t think I had a choice
 E5
Totally bombarded
by every inner voice
       B5
I was hesitant, reticent,
cherry flavoured medicine
 F#5
Hated on, degraded on,
judged, spit, and shaded on
 G#5
Blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah
 E5    E5    E5    E5    E5
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

[Бридж]:
/*↓*/B5                     F#5
Everyone is looking to everyone else
G#5                E5
And nobody's doin' anything

[Припев]:
/*↓↓↑↓↑↓↑*/ B5       F#5
Fuck you world!
     G#5                  E5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     B5                   F#5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     G#5                  E5
I'm not gonna let you get me!

[Куплет]:
/*↓↓↑↑↓↑*/       B5
I sit down,
   F#5
relax, and take flight
          G#5
Notice a guy in front of me,
      E5
he′s kind of up tight
    B5
We land,
    F#5
he cuts me off in the aisle
          G#5
"What the fuck is your problem,
      E5
man, would it kill you to smile?
     B5
I'm thinking ′what an asshole'
        F#5
than he says to the steward
        G#5
"Hi, I need to findmy connection,
E5
it is tight and I
B5
Need to make it back home,
    F#5
my dad has suddenly died"
       G#5
Kick myself and tell my son,
     E5
this is exactly why

[Бридж]:
/*↓↓↓↓↑*/B5                     F#5
Everyone is looking to everyone else
G#5                E5
And nobody's doin' anything
B5                     F#5
Everyone is looking to everyone else
G#5                E5
And nobody's doin' anything

[Припев]:
/*↓↓↑↓↑↓↑*/ B5       F#5
Fuck you world!
     G#5                  E5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     B5                   F#5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     G#5                  E5
I'm not gonna let you get me!

[Куплет]:
/*↓↓↑↑↓↑*/     B5
To a man with a hammer,
      F#5
everything looks like a nail
          G#5
We're so quick to judge,
                E5
just step on a tail
Arm chair Q-b′s,
    B5
bad case of "who, me?"
            F#5
Bed on our backs, allergic to facts
    G#5
We got followers, hungry quotes,
           E5
knifes and ants cuttin' throats
  B5
Trollin′ around looking for faults
     F#5
Searching for the wounded,
       G#5
we are bags of salt
                   E5
Everybody's got a megaphone, man
      B5
Everybody's got a bunker,
         F#5
her head is in our hands
    G#5               E5
We just got to dunk her

[Предпрепев]:
/*↓↑↓↑↓ (глушим после каждого удара)*/ B5       F#5
Fuck you world!
     G#5                  E5
I′m not gonna let you get me!

[Припев]:
/*↓↓↑↓↑↓↑*/ B5       F#5
Fuck you world!
     G#5                  E5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     B5                   F#5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     G#5                  E5
I'm not gonna let you get me!
 B5       F#5
Fuck you world!
     G#5                  E5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     B5                   F#5
I′m not gonna let you get me!
     G#5                  E5
I'm not gonna let you get me!
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