Brooklyn Boy Kevin Devine
Brooklyn boy, bo[C]rn and raised,[Am] chopping lines[F]
[G]hey hey, it's my [F]birthda[C]y[F] [C]
[C]it's a toy I torched, [Am]a tar pit flame, [F]a lockjaw night
[G]hey hey, it's my [F]birthda[C]y[F] [C]
dead end [Am]friends that make your [C]stomach shake
while your hissing [F]head barrels down that [G]blakened lane
alone at [Dm]last to figure [Am]how you got this [F]way[C]
alone at [Am]last to [F]figure how you got [C]this way
[C]charcoal clouds [Am]spot and spray, [F]they kill the sun
[G]hey hey, [F]hear its back b[C]reak[F] [C]
[C]so I can never tell n[Am]ight from day
or r[F]ight from wrong,
[G]hey hey, [F]you're my h[C]eadache[F] [C]
your silver t[Am]ongue it masks your [F]hungry [C]hate
while your haggard [Am]heart whis[G]pers through its cr[F]acking cage[C]
you still can [Am]change, you have to k[C]now, you still can [F]chang[G]e
I k[Am]now, I know, but now I [F]wanna be this [C]way
this was a [F]choice, this was nev[G]er a mist[C]ake[Am]
[F]this was never a m[G]istake[C]
[F]Yeah, this was [G]never a m[C]is-t[Am]ak-e[F],[G]
[C] Ooh oh [Am]ooh wh[F]oa oh [G](x3)
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