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When The Party Ends

Saturday Looks Good To Me

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A- 577655 D- x5777x E- 022100 F#- 244222 F#/E- 044xxx (when this note is played hammer on w/ index to F#) Bm- x24432 Intro: A (listen to song for strumming) Verse: A Despite everything you heard, you still get what you deserve D E The world just can't find the words to tell you what they think about you A The bus comes early in the morning, under long lists of reasons D E Every day you're still sleeping and everyday it leaves without you Chorus: Bm E Now you're talking on the phone with all your angry friends A D You know it doesn't matter what you say to them F#m D E Because when you wake up everything will just have been a dream F#m F#m/E D E But until you do........ lets keep it between you and me Verse 2: (Same chords) Despite everything you heard, from the bumblebees and the mockingbirds There still aren't any words in all the songs they wrote about you The bus comes early in the morning, you are forever sleeping And even with your reasons, its still gonna leave without you Chorus 2: (Same chords) Now I see you going out with all your useless friends You know it doesn't matter what you do with them Because when you come home everything will just have been a dream But until you do...well lets keep it between you and me Instrumental Part (listen for strumming) A----D-E----D-A----E----E--D--F#-E--D--F#-EEnding (guiar strumming builds/speeds up) Bm E I hear your conversations with your boring friends A D You know it doesn't matter what your telling them Bm E Because you'll be sleeping over when the party ends A D And we'll wake up tommorow and we'll start again (The rest folows this same pattern of Bm, E, A, D) And anything outside of that is just pretend And if you tell them different than your lyin' The things that people say don't make no difference Now we can talk it over or just go to bed Or we could go to all the places where the moneys spent And buy whatever new distractions that the suits invent They know the demographics that we represent Because they heard all of our secrets through the heating vent So write another song about your discontent And wax nostalgia for a time less turbulent With metaphors like closet doors that won't open And you can use your list of words that rhyme with opulent Now someone said that you should go with malcontent Maybe somebody can tell us where the liquor went And we can raise our glasses while they raise our rent And search for a solution that's more permanent But there isn't any doctor or a medicine That's gonna make me feel this insignifigant Another bunch of words that you can soon forget Another bunch of crooks disguised as gentlemen Now you wonder why your notes are always bruised and bent You think that its your song but its your instrument You want to turn invisible and try again I'll curse you in the kitchen and i'll count to ten F#m D E And then when you wake up all of this will just have been a dream F#m F#m/E D E But until you do........lets keep this between you and me
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