D
Looking at the cop in the rear view mirror
Gb
Probably should have stopped but the crosswalk was clear
Bm                       A                    G
I'll just imagine it's a ticket to a Broadway show


D
Looking at the clouds and they seem kinda funny
Gb
Probably gonna rain but my outlook is sunny
Bm                        A              G
I'll just imagine that I'm laying out in Mexico


G                A                          Gb
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
                Bm                  A     G
And I know that things won't always go my way
G                                       Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days


                 D
But I can't complain
            Gb
I can't complain
      Bm          A                    G
Every day is too short to let it go to waste


                 D
But I can't complain
            Gb
I can't complain
             Bm       A              G
You gotta treat every day like a holiday


G
And I'm telling you
G                A                  Gb
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
Gb             Bm            A   G
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
G                                        Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days

But I can't complain -start playing jonasD-jonas


D
Waiting on a never ending train at the crossing
Gb
Paying it no mind cause you just keep talking
Bm                          A                         G
We'll just imagine it's the good old days and take it slow


D
Spending Christmas Eve on the floor of the airport
Gb
Dying to get back to the people that I care for
Bm                             A                  G
Smiling just dreaming about my puppy in my bed back home


G                A                          Gb
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
                Bm                  A     G
And I know that things won't always go my way
G                                       Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days


               D
But I can't complain
            Gb
I can't complain
      Bm          A                    G
Every day is too short to let it go to waste

                 D
But I can't complain
            Gb
I can't complain
               Bm     A              G
You gotta treat every day like a holiday


G                A                          Gb
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
                Bm                  A     G
And I know that things won't always go my way
G                                       Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days


       D
If you can't say nothing good
Don't say nothing
       Gb
If you stop to think you could come up with something
     Bm                A                        G
That makes you feel so good when times are rough it's ok


             D
I can't complain
            Gb
Oh oh oh oh oh
            Bm
Oh oh oh oh oh
A                  G
Don't let it go to waste

                 D
But I can't complain
             Gb
I can't complain
      Bm            A                   G
Every day is too short to let it go to waste


                 D
But I can't complain
            Gb
I can't complain
               Bm     A              G
You gotta treat every day like a holiday


G
And I'm telling you
G                 A                 Gb
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
Gb             Bm            A   G
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
G                                        Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days

But I can't complain
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