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I was an Indiana kid, gettin no one in my bed
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
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Stealing smokes in my car, with the windows way down
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
I was sittin in the bath, cleaning off the ash
But I had your sweet tunes to play
And I hated all my friends, I wouldn?t let them in
I had your sweet tunes to play
On a long desert train, and a knife in my bag
I had your sweet tunes to play
Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand
I had your sweet tunes to play
Your sweet tunes to play
Now it's hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost its wings
I got your sweet tunes to play
I'm getting older every day, still making the same mistakes
I got your sweet tunes to play
Either get out or stay in, I won?t let these dark times win
We got your sweet tuens to play
Your sweet tunes to play
Yeah
