The Weekend (acoustic)

	  		
Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb


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Though I seem cool, calm and collected 
Making my way to Hipster with Glasses 
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Was a little more than just nerve wrackin' 
Kinda' just counted on her to turn me into goo 

A 
Praise Whatever it ended with a smile 
Cause for a bit, a tad, a little while 
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I expected you two, to save the day with sly remarks 
Like "he's so cute" and "whatever you wants" 

A 
Though the white jacket didn't fit 
The friends I came with did, perfectly 
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Snugged right to my body 
Like sad movies and late night drinks 

A 
Could've guessed by the end of the hour 
There was more than just a little smile on my face 
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Covered in custard and cookies and cream, pissed off I had to leave 
But all has to end. 

A 
You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it 
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Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here 
A 
Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend 
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But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here 

A 
The day started with a bloody drip 
And a taste on my lips that was a lot less than desired 
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Awkward moments to the side 
Not all expiring fast 

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A tank top that didn't cover a thing 
And a zipped down hoodie, zipped to the bottom 
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Had us laughing every time 
No matter how many chest hairs there were in sight 

A 
You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it 
Asus4/Db 
Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here 
A 
Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend 
Asus4/Db 
But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here