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Look out I’m on a search for self destruction
Db      Ab        Db                Ab        
Crawling over the great plains of my cell phone contacts 
        Db                 Ab           Db            Ab
Just to, find a pretty girl to take home late at night 
        Db                 Ab           Db            Ab
To hold my sweaty palms and stuff 

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Heads up because I’m always moving forward
        Db             Ab            Fm              Ab 
And if sometimes I get scared I know that I can look towards you
Db      Ab           Db             Ab 
Back of the pack but not back of my mind
      Db              Ab             Db        Ab 
And that’s the worst part knowing I gotta’ find someone new 

Db                    Ab
Yeah, I said that I’m always moving forward
              Db                  
But my head’s really on a swivel 
          Ab
Searching for the tracks I made when I left you
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And though it sounds like I lost what I got
         Db                                 Ab
What I’m really trying to say is I’m gonna’ get back what I lost
              Eb                              Db 
So you better tell your fucking heart to look out