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B                F# 
Can I tell you a story 
       D#m                   C# 
'Bout a boy who broke his own heart? 
                     B             F# 
And he always blamed everybody else 
                        D#m                C# 
But the truth is that he did it to himself 
   B                       F# 
He made a couple songs and they got big 
D#m                               C# 
Thought that he could do whatever he wanted 
       B   F#                          D#m   C# 
But it all left him with a hole in his heart 
  
  
B       F#   D#m            C# 
Ooh-ooh-ooh, money buys you happiness 
    B       F#      D#m             C# 
But ooh-ooh-ooh, it doesn't buy you time 
  
 
    B               F# 
The more that I get older 
    D#m             C# 
The less I wanna be sober 
    B                F# 
And I can't quit, goddamnit 
D#m            C# 
Maybe I'm just broken 
    B            F# 
And I'll never admit it 
       D#m             C# 
That I wish that I was younger 
     B               F#   D#m 
Yeah, twenty-six and rich 
                    C#             B 
How the hell did it come to this? 
  
  
                   F# 
And I wish I could tell you 
     D#m                        C# 
Everything is perfect, but it's not 
      B                          F# 
I was starin' at the ceilin' for like ten days 
        D#m                   C# 
But I'm pretty sure that I forgot 
          B                        F# 
What it's like to be a person that doesn't think 
    D#m                      C# 
That everything he does just sucks 
   B              F#               D#m   C# 
Oh it's a perfect world until it's not 
  
  
B       F#   D#m            C# 
Ooh-ooh-ooh, money buys you happiness 
    B       F#      D#m             C# 
But ooh-ooh-ooh, it doesn't buy you time 
  
  
    B               F# 
The more that I get older 
    D#m             C# 
The less I wanna be sober 
    B                F# 
And I can't quit, goddamnit 
D#m            C# 
Maybe I'm just broken 
    B            F# 
And I'll never admit it 
       D#m             C# 
That I wish that I was younger 
     B               F#    D#m 
Yeah, twenty-six and rich 
                    C# 
How the hell did it come to this? 
  
    B               F# 
The more that I get older 
    D#m             C# 
The less I wanna be sober 
     B               F#    D#m 
Yeah, twenty-six and rich 
                    C#             F# 
How the hell did it come to this?