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intro
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I dont wanna write songs about depression
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you probly won't' hear me singing songs about the lady I love
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i dont bring up gonvernments and politicians
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but i got these short stories in my bag you know the ones that Im speaking of

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the man in the suit who wants to be a stock market millionaire
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with a twin brother over on the other side of town who wants to lay back beach bum grow 
hair
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separated at birth and given up for an adoption
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then the vagabond finds himself at the beach and the other one in a mansion and he said

A7           C7                 G
I dont wanna write songs about depression
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you probly won't' hear me singing songs about the lady I love
A7               C7                    G
i dont bring up gonvernments and politicians
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but i got these short stories in my bag you know the ones that Im speaking of

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well once upon a time a young man age 18 leaves his hometown to go see
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what the rest of the world could offer him and to gain some clarity
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and now he's gone everywhere that he wanted to go
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and every thing was all said and done now
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then he finds himself on the front door step of the home town that he came from and he said

A7           C7                 G
I dont wanna write songs about depression
A7                        C7                       G
you probly won't' hear me singing songs about the lady I love
A7               C7               G
i dont bring up gonvernments and politicians
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but i got these short stories in my bag you know the ones that Im speaking of

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things goin bad but you dont care
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stories told by the man in the rocking chair
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or the crack head sleeping out on the street
no clothes on his back no shoes on his feet
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but the tale that he tells to me obviously aint reality
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truth or fiction I'm still listenin wanting more like his addiction

A7            C7                G
I dont wanna write songs about depression
A7                        C7                       G
you probly won't' hear me singing songs about the lady I love
A7               C7               G
i dont bring up gonvernments and politicians
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but i got these short stories in my bag you know the ones that Im speaking of