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Dear Scene, I wish I were deaf
                                -by Nightmare of you
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Standard Tuning
No brackets - No capo
Between brackets - Capo 1

   Gm            D#         Gm               D#
  (F#m)         (D)        (F#m)            (D) 
   You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine 
   Gm         D#       Gm                   D#
  (F#m)      (D)      (F#m)                (D)
   Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks 
   Gm         D#         Gm                 D#
  (F#m)      (D)        (F#m)              (D)
   We were so charming, but the future was alarming 
           Gm                   D# 
          (F#m)                (D)      
   But now don't you go look so proud 
        Gm                   D#
        (F#m)               (D)      
   Yes, guess who's laughing now? 

Bb                                         F
(A)                                       (E)
   And we've learned that life is one big game
                                     Gm
                                    (F#m)
   Where the winners are all getting paid 
                                D#
                               (D)
   So stop dragging your feet behind 
                                          Bb
                                         (A)
   You can't live with the folks all your life 
                                  F
                                 (E)
   So on those days home in your car 
                                          Gm
                                         (F#m)
   We jerked the steering wheel to the median 
                            D#
                           (D)
   Joking that we'd end our lives 
                                 Gm
                                (F#m)
   But we weren't joking all the time 

   G  O: 

 Gm    D#                     4x 
(F#m) (D)  

     Gm              D#
    (F#m)           (D)   
   "Start a band or throw a brick" 
       Gm            D#
      (F#m)         (D)   
   You lazy hipsters make me sick 
         Gm                      D#
        (F#m)                   (D)   
   Don't clap your hands; don't start to dance 
         Gm                  D#
        (F#m)               (D)   
   Don't let them know that you're a fan 
       Gm                  D#
      (F#m)               (D)   
   You may be living in Manhattan 
                       Gm                        D#
                      (F#m)                     (D)   
   But where are you really from? (Have you forgotten?) 
                       Gm                  D#
                      (F#m)               (D)   
   Kid, you may be playing your music loud 
             Gm                  D#
   But it's drowned out by your mouth

(B  F# G#m E)
 C  G  Am  F