The Wonder Years – My Last Semester (Guitar)

C                                            F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.

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The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on

G                    Gsus4 
So I could stand up straight.

C                                            F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place.

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This homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay

Dm                      G
Just because you didn't mean it that way.

C                                            F
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place.

F
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,

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Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.

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Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody

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By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands

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And Matt says I don't fit in.

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All this mallrat goth shit is killing me.

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Thought that would end with high school at least.

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But there are still kids and Matt says

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"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks."

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So they're calling it blasphemy,

  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe

                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.

C          G/B      Am
But this place just brings misery.

  G       Dm
I hate what it does to me.

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I fight, but I can't escape the way that

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I don't fit in with any of this.

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And I don't think we're the same.

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        x2

C
I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this.

F
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.

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No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit.

C
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids

F
Getting lots in return for being substanceless.

Dm
You're too caught in semantics to see it,

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But you're no fucking different.

C          G/B      Am
So they're calling it blasphemy,

  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe

                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.

C          G/B      Am
But this place just brings misery.

  G           Dm
I hate what it does to me.

                  F
I fight, but I can't escape the way that

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I don't fit in with any of this.

    Am       C           F
And I don't think we're the same.

C                                      F
I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting.

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It's two more months 'til I'm done with this.

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And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.

            C                       F
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.

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And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends.

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And I don't. I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van.

            C
And I don't know

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So they're calling it blasphemy,

  G       Dm
A fucking catastrophe

                  F
For saying it's a stupid choice to make.