Intro: Gb

Verse 1:
Gb
  The college years were lean, well

Coming out, maybe not so clean, my love

And if I stay much longer

My feelings for you, they might get much stronger now

a Motorola coma

Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl

At the dormitory

You've come to pour me one of your best stories, girl

Chorus:
        B
And I feel your face getting wet
Gb           B                Gb
  Like the color red of roulette
         G             D
And I place my losing bet
          E
On your side
        B
And I see your eyes of regret
Gb          B                  Gb
  But you gave as good as you get
         A              E
Like a Massachusetts thrеat
          Gb
Running wild

Verse 2:
Gb
  a pair of dirty jeans, well

You would wash inside my brass machinе, that's good

Laying on your mattress

a thing of beauty, we would need more practice now

Hall and Oates were singing

The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl

And elevator's closing

Hard to hide when love is so exposing

Chorus:
        B
And I feel your face getting wet
Gb           B                Gb
  Like the color red of roulette
         G             D
And I place my losing bet
          E
On your side
        B
And I see your eyes of regret
Gb          B                  Gb
  But you gave as good as you get
         A              E
Like a Massachusetts thrеat
          Gb
Running wild

Bridge:
D5           Db5   D5       Db5
  When I grow   up,  Villanova
D5           Db5           Gb5 E5
  Light me up   when you decide
D5         Db5 D5          Db5
  Start aroma  of your Tacoma
D5          Db5           Gb5 E5
  a tiny box   where we reside
D5           Db5 D5            Db5
  G#attle tested,  a life invested
D5       Db5       Gb5 E5
  Duly noted and denied
D5          Db5 D5          Db5
  Afully loaded,  space encoded
D5             Db5           Gb5 E5
  a quiet night   out in the sky

Verse 3:
Gb
  Your stack of lies was daunting

a tribute to your mind but way more haunting, now

a talking psycho killer

We'd trade the heads of even Henry Miller, now

Conspiracy's a theory

I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love

She act like Marlon Brando

Born online inside the San Fernando

Outro: Gb
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