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[Dm]I guess you could call it [C]text book

I was [Gm]looking for the father

I wanted [Dm]back

[Dm]And I thought I found it in [C]Brentwood

It seemed [Gm]only appropriate you'd easily had my [A7]back

[Dm]And then there was the [F]issue of her

I didn't even [C]like myself, or love the life I [Gm]had

And there you were with [Dm]shinin' stars

Standin' clear with [F]open arms

You touched the [C]detriment,

most of the friends I knew already [Gm]had

[Bb]You've got a Thunderbird, [F]my daddy had one too

[C]Let's rewrite his story, [Dm]I'll do this dance with you

[Bb]You know I'm not that girl

[F]You know I'll never be

[C]Maybe just the way we're [Dm]different could set me free

[Bb]And there we were, screamin' "Black Lives

[F]Matter" in a crowd by the Old Man [C]River

And I saw you saw who I [Dm]am

[Bb]God, I wish I was with my [F]father,

he could see us in all our [C]splendor

All the things I couldn't want for [Dm]him

I screamed for [Bb]them, oh, [F]oh, oh

And screamed for [C]them, [Dm]ah

[Dm]Could we do this [C]dance again?

Do you [Gm]think if I go blonde, we could get our old love [Dm]back?

[Dm]I guess this is really [C]the end

I ne[Gm]ver felt jealous before this year, but I'm jealous [A7]now

[Dm]People say we're [F]too much alive

But maybe if I lay [C]dead that would make right in the end

Of all these sleepless [Gm]nights

Other men I [Dm]met felt right

Would smile at you and [F]stick a knife

In your [F]back

Finally, I met you so I'm not wonderin' [Gm]why