Josh Pyke – The Best Man At Your First Loves Wedding (Guitar)

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Making plans is like making the bed,

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You know they're gonna get messed up yet.

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And all your dreams and all your hopes,

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They'll get spent like money, blown away like smoke.

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But if I truly felt like this was so I'd have quit years ago.

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So if I've got bad luck at least it's my luck and I can take it with me when I go.

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Well life is maths and life is debt

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And I'm still living in deficit.

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And I want to graph out of the red

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And get my head into the clouds again.

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But life lived without money is better than a life lived with regret.

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So if that's my good luck I guess it's my luck.

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'Cause All those mysteries of youth

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They get solved by the years now you're living proof

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Of good seeds grown to fallow fields

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And now you're starving down here with your ribs revealed.

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And all your old loves became wives

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Of an unimpassioned population hugging the white line.

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You could have gone east and you could have gone west

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But you stuck to the middle so they made you the best man.

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They made you the best man.

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So if you lose it once you can find it twice

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Just hold on tight this time.

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But if you burn like me inside

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I know you'll never be satisfied.

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Just don't spead yourself too thin kid

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Or there'll be little left of anything.

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And that would be bad luck, yeah that would be bad luck

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'Cause All those mysteries of youth

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They get solved by the years now you're living proof

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Of good seeds grown to fallow fields

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And now you're starving down here with your ribs revealed.

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And all your old loves became wives

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Of an unimpassioned population hugging the white line

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You could have gone east and you could have gone west

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But you stuck to the middle so they made you the best man.

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Yeah, they made you the best man.

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Oh and a life without fire is a firing squad,

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I'm not going to heaven because I've never known God.

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But I do believe there's something more

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And I do have a clue what I've been looking for.

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Yeah one day I want to find the breach

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Between the things that I want and the things that I need

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And when I get there will I know?

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Well I'm thinking that I don't think so.

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I just don't want to be the best man.

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Just when you think you've got nothing left

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To write about well here she comes.

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And just when you think you might've snared a good one

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You're back on the run.

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But I'll keep breaking choices down

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Untill I'm only left with one.