This Year

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[A]    [C#m]   [D]    [A]
[A]    [E]     [D]    [A]
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[A]    [E]     [D]    [A]

[A]I broke fr[E]ee on a Saturday morn[D]ing, I put the pedal[A] too the floor
Headed no[A]rth on Mills Av[E]enue and listened[D] to the engine roa[A]r

[A]    [C#m]   [D]    [A]
[A]    [E]     [D]    [A]

My broken house be[A]hind me and good things [E]ahead,
a girl named Ca[D]thy wants a little of my t[A]ime

Six cylinders und[A]erneath the hood crashing[E] and kicking
aha! li[D]sten to the engine w[A]hine

I am going to m[A]ake it through this ye[E]ar if it kill[D]s me    [A]
I am going to m[A]ake it though this yea[E]r if it kill[D]s me      [A]

I played video games in a drunken haze,
I was seventeen years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean
locking eyes holding hands
twin high maintenance machines

[F#m]I drove home in the California du[A]sk,
[D]I could feel the alcohol inside of me h[A]um
[F#m]Pictured the look on my stepfather's f[A]ace,
[D]ready for the bad things to [E]come.

I down shifted as I pulled into the driveway,
the motor screaming out stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly as you might imagine
in a cavalcade of anger and fear

VERSE 3 CONT'D (this varies from the other verses)

There will be [A]feasting and [C#m]dancing in [D]Jerusalem next [E]year

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