Sorry Bro

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Intro: C G Am Em F G C G
C         G         Am              Em
15 songs, 15 shows, 15 pigs sucking at your tit.
F                   C          F                   G
How does it feel to live here? How does it feel to leave here?
C         G         Am      Em              F
15 notes, 15 notes, 15 dogs chewin' on your throat.
                    G         F           G
How does it feel to come home? I wish you had a home.
    Am         G         F        G           Am
And you've got nothing I want but something I need.
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You've got the elegance and the ability to breathe.
C               G
Traffic report: 15 dead.
Am                      Em                                F
A head on collision, at least that's what I thought I had read.
F                 G             F
We're the kids in America, whoa oh.
F                 G
We're the kids in America
C               G                  Am                 Em
15 days, you're back on track with fifteen ounces cut out of your
        F
fucking back.
F                   G
How does it feel to be you?
F        G
I do not envy you, dude.
    Am         G         F        G           Am
And you've got nothing I like but something I love.
    F             G                 Am
The charm and the skills to rise above.
                   F     G
You know how to be loved.
              C          G          Am   C
And you're as clean as a broke-dick dog.
C                  F       G                      Am      C
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
C                  F       G                      Am      C
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
C                  F       G                      Am      C
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
C                  F       G                      Am      STOP
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you.
Am         G         F            G           Am
You've got nothing I hate but got something I loathe.
          F                         G                    Am
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes.
                               F  G
And they will tell you when to go,
                        Am                   C
they'll tell you who to know-woah-woah-oh-oh-oh.
                               F
And they will tell you when to stop.
                Fm   C
And then you'll stop.