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Verse G Am It's cold here in the city, It always seems that way
VERSE A D Well life on a farm is kinda laid back A
D Em C A He was born in the summer, of his twenty seventh
Verse Dm F Gm Just being honest, you can't tie me down
Verse 1 F G C Am7 Climb the stairs to your apartment F G
G C You were a business, I was a start-up
Verse 1 F C G Am I'm like that boombox outside of your window
Dm Every morning after Bb I’m the same disaster F C Every time is Groundh
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