Gym Class Heroes – 7 Weeks (Guitar)

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My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliament butts

  F
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks

     Dm                                          G
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day

    F
Hangovers, hangups, dial backs, running make up, apologies and promises

                             Dm
And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad

       G
But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have

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I'm putting miles on my body; 'bout due for a tune up in this gas station

                               Em
Food ain't really helping, but I'm loving every minute

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Every road sign's a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with

C
This is how it has to be

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A kiss for luck, submerge myself

       G
And in seven weeks resurface

C         G
Even if we don't look back again

C
Tired boys and wired eyes

  Am
Exposing imperfections

       G
To the public eye we're perfect

C          G
Even if we don't look back again

             F
I like these hotels, passports, random bag checks

    F
Day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet

      Dm
Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame

     G
Same clothes, seven days, whew; damn, I need to change

F
And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend

F
Wildin' out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (fuck outta here)

Dm
We made a lot of friends and even more enemies

G
Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be

F
Soft raving baby, life's lovely

G
Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me

Em
The girl's textin' me, talkin' about gettin' all cuddly

           F
'Cause you paint a pretty picture, but the frame is so ugly

C
This is how it has to be

  Am
A kiss for luck, submerge myself

       G
And in seven weeks resurface

C         G
Even if we don't look back again

C
Tired boys and wired eyes

  Am
Exposing imperfections

       G
To the public eye we're perfect

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Even if we don't look back again

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And now it's back in a van with four of my mans

F
Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands

Dm
I feel like tourin' this land's made me more of a man

     G
From killa California to the shores of Japan

F
Good times stayin' up late in Austin

F
Coast to coast V8 to Chicago

   Dm
To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston

    G
And smokin' that most great eight in Colorado

F
Home ain't home no more

                            G
I hug the road and kiss the concrete, and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat

Em
No matter where we go or where we at

         F
We carry upstate on our back; it's like that

C
This is how it has to be

  Am
A kiss for luck, submerge myself

       G
And in seven weeks resurface

C         G
Even if we don't look back again

C
Tired boys and wired eyes

  Am
Exposing imperfections

       G
To the public eye we're perfect

C          G
Even if we don't look back again

C
This is how it has to be

  Am
A kiss for luck, submerge myself

       G
And in seven weeks resurface

C         G
Even if we don't look back again

C
Tired boys and wired eyes

  Am
Exposing imperfections

       G
To the public eye we're perfect

C          G                C
Even if we don't look back again

Am                                                G
So a lot of you don't realize there's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans.'

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Even if we don't look back again

Am                                                  G
Looking for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it; I'm like this.'

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Even if we don't look back again

                Am             G
I love my life, bitches

C          G                C    Am G
Even if we don't look back again

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Even if we don't look back again