Matchbox

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I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions 
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You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks 
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Like, that's not a card that I would've picked but it's your life to live like how you'd like to live 
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You're the type of cool that likes to talk a lot 
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I'm the type of fool to listen 
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They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often 
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The same is true of undercover cops 


          G                       Em 
And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven 
       G                            C 
We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet 
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Wading straight to the moon 
      Em 
Salutations to Apollo 
          G                      C 
While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow 
         G                 Em 
And you bit my lip when I kissed you 
           G                             C 
I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you 
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We shared my blood for an instant and I would trade some more to have it back 
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Yeah I would trade all of this for that 

 
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I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand 
           G                Em 
Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam 
     G                          C 
With hope just as large as the room in my car 
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My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled in 
  G                           Em 
Hold it for change from charitable donors like 
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Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to... 

 
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SUPPORT LOCAL SUPPORT LOCAL 
   Em 
I know I should've been more vocal 
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Sure, I could've been more social 
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I've been hanging out it's a short rope though 
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It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal 
      Em 
I'm GOING POSTAL 
      D 
I've been coasting 
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I've been coping okay for the most part 

 
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Everybody I know wants to be a star 
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Just above the atmosphere flying high 
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Just above the average fear to try 
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Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles 
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Everybody I know wants the gleam 
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In designer tops and ten dollar magazines 
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Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak 
      C 
Aggravated when I say what I mean 
           C 
I mean, I mean 


 N.C. 
You see, is that 
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I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions 
           G 
You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks 
        G                       Bm                         G                       N.C. 
Like: that's not the card that I would've picked but it's your life to live like you'd like to live 
           G                    Em 
You're the master of Matlock lock picking lessons 
          G                             C 
I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments 
        G                     Em 
Like this ain't the life that I should've picked 
                D                      C 
But it's the cards we're dealt we play with 
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Shit