The Airborne Toxic Event – A Certain Type Of Girl (Guitar)

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 When I was a boy

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My daddy told me, “son

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Don’t you ever mess with a certain type 

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of girl”

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No, I’ve wished more than twice that I’d 

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taken dad’s advice

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I wish it more than anything in this world

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He grabbed himself a bottle and he 

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looked me in the eye

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And he’d take a plug and wipe it from his 

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chin

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He’d say “son, don’t put much part in 

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those matters of the heart”

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I wished I had listened to him

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And tell me oh Jesus!

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I’m asking you please

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How do I make this endless heartache 

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cease?

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Lord, I’d believe in you if you’d believe in 

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me too

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I just want a little peace

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Us big city boys

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We don’t think about it much

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It’s all whiskey, wine, and messing  

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around with drugs

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All these secrets that we keep

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Never knowing where we’ll sleep

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I guess I always thought it was enough

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But I’ve got this feeling in my heart

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These days of wanting more

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Something to ease this weary head

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So I guess I thought that girl might

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redeem me from this world

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Lord, I should’ve asked you instead

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And tell me oh Jesus!

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I’m down on my knees

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I know that I’m no long suffering priest 

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But I believe in you and could you believe 

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in me too

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I just want a little peace

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Oh lord, I just need a little peace