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[C] You with your [G] words like knives and
[Dm] swords and weapons that you [F] use against me.
[C] You, have [G] knocked me off my [Dm] feet,
again, got me [F] feeling like nothing
[C] You, with your [G] voice like nails on a
[Dm] chalkboard calling me [F] out, when i'm wounded [C] you
[G] picking on the weaker [F] man
[G] Well you can take me [Dm] down, with just one [F] single [G] blow
But [F] you don't know, what you don't know
[C] Someday, [G] I'll be, [Dm] living in a big ol [F] city
and [C] all your [G] ever gonna be is [F] mean.
[C] Someday, [G] I'll be, [Dm] big enough so you can't [F] hit me
and [C] all your [Dm] ever gonna be is [F] mean, [F] why ya gotta be so, [C] mean?
[C] You, with your [G] switching sides and your
[Dm] wildfire lies and your [F] humiliation
[C] you, are [G] pointing out my [Dm] flaws again as
if i [F] don't already see them.
[C] I walk with [G] my head down, trying to [Dm] block
you out cause i [F] never impress you.
I [C] just [G] wanna feel [Dm] ok, [F] again.
[G] I bet you got pushed around,
[Dm] somebody [F] made you cold. [G] Well, the cycle ends right now
and you [F] can't lead me down that road, but you don't know, what
[F] you don't know.
[C] Someday, [G] I'll be, [Dm] living in a big ol [F] city
and [C] all your [G] ever gonna be is [F] mean.
[C] Someday, [G] I'll be, [Dm] big enough so you can't [F] hit me
and [C] all your [Dm] ever gonna be is [F] mean, [F] why ya gotta be so, [C] mean?
And i can [G] see you years from now in a [Dm] bar,
talking over a [F] football game.
[G] With that same big lound opinion but
[Dm] nobody's [F] listening. [G] Washed up and
ranting bout the [Dm] same old [F] bitter [G] things,
[G] drunk and grumbling on about [Dm] how i [F] can't [G] sing.
But all you are [C] is, [G] [Dm] [F] mean.
All you are is [C] mean, and a [G] liar, and
[Dm] pathetic, and [F] alone in life and [C] mean
and [G] mean, and [Dm] mean, and [F] mean