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Dear Scene, I Wish I Were Deaf

Nightmare Of You
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D-DU-UDU
 
  You  were one step  behind in  that dismal school  of mine
 
  Needle  and percocet instead  of books on students  desks
 
  We  were so charming,  but  the future was alarming
 
  But now don't  you go look so proud
 
  Yes, guess  who's laughing now?
   And we've learned that life is one big game
  Where the winners are all getting paid
  So stop dragging your feet behind
  You can't live with the folks all your life
  So on those days home in your car
  We jerked the steering wheel to the median
  Joking that we'd end our lives
  But we weren't joking all the time
   4x
 
 
  "Start  a band or throw  a brick"
 
  You lazy  hipsters make  me sick
 
  Don't clap  your hands; don't start  to dance
 
  Don't let  them know that you're  a fan
 
  You may  be living in Manhattan
 
  But where are you really  from? (Have you forgotten?)
 
  Kid, you may be playing  your music loud
  But it's drowned  out by your mouth
 ( )
 

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Readable chord sheet for Dear Scene, I Wish I Were Deaf by Nightmare Of You

[Gm]            [Eb]         [Gm]               [Eb]
   [F#m]You were one s[D]tep behind [F#m]in that dismal sc[D]hool of mine
   [Gm]         [Eb]       [Gm]                   [Eb]
   [F#m]Needle and [D]percocet [F#m]instead of books on s[D]tudents desks
   [Gm]         [Eb]         [Gm]                 [Eb]
   [F#m]We were so [D]charming, b[F#m]ut the future was a[D]larming
           [Gm]                   [Eb]
   But now [F#m]don't you go look so [D]proud
        [Gm]                   [Eb]
   Yes, g[F#m]uess who's laughing [D]now?

[Bb]                                         [F]
 [A]  And we've learned that life is one big g[E]ame
   Where the winners are all getting [Gm]paid                                   [F#m]
   So stop dragging your feet be[Eb]hind                              [D]
   You can't live with the folks all your [Bb]life                                        [A]
   So on those days home in your c[F]ar                                 [E]
   We jerked the steering wheel to the med[Gm]ian                                         [F#m]
   Joking that we'd end our [Eb]lives                         [D]
   But we weren't joking all the [Gm]time                               [F#m]

 [Gm]    [Eb]                     4x
 [F#m]   [D]

     [Gm]              [Eb]
   "S[F#m]tart a band or t[D]hrow a brick"
       [Gm]            [Eb]
   You [F#m]lazy hipsters [D]make me sick
         [Gm]                      [Eb]
   Don't [F#m]clap your hands; don't s[D]tart to dance
         [Gm]                  [Eb]
   Don't [F#m]let them know that y[D]ou're a fan
       [Gm]                  [Eb]
   You [F#m]may be living in Man[D]hattan
                       [Gm]                        [Eb]
   But where are you re[F#m]ally from? (Have you forgo[D]tten?)
                       [Gm]                  [Eb]
   Kid, you may be play[F#m]ing your music loud [D]
   But it's d[Gm]rowned out by your m[Eb]outh

([B]  [F#] [Abm] [E])
 [C]  [G]  [Am]  [F]

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