Passing Through a Screen Door The Wonder Years
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I took a go at this song. These chords are for
Acoustic but it should be pretty spot on to play along with
the actually song. Sorry if any of it is wrong.
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C[E]igarette smoke dances [G#m]back in the window
And I c[A]an see the [C#m]haze on the [B]dome light.
I`m [E]conjuring ghosts on a [G#m]forty-hour ride home
And t[A]hey keep asking me what I`m [C#m]doing with my [B]life,
While my c[A]ousins go to [B]bed with their [C#m]wives.
I'm f[A]eeling like I've f[B]allen beh[F#m]ind.
Well the h[E]ighway won.
I`m l[G#m]istening to traffic reports,
[A]One on one, coming q[C#m]uietly und[B]one.
I was b[E]orn to run [G#m]away from anything good
An es[A]cape artist`s son
With sun-drenched [C#m]pavement in my b[B]lood.
The f[A]irst thing that I [B]do when I walk[C#m] in
Is pl[A]an a way o[B]ut for when [F#m]sh*t gets bad
And [C#m]I`ve been lo[B]oking f[A]or t[E]ears in the sc[C#m]reen door.
(t[B]ears in the sc[A]reen door)
[C#m]I`ve been wa[B]iting f[A]or an[E]other di[C#m]saster.
(a[B]nother dis[A]aster)
E ΓΆβ?¬β?? G#m - A - C#m - B
I`m t[E]errified like a [G#m]kid in the sixties,
S[A]taring at the sky w[C#m]aiting for the b[B]omb to fall.
It`s a[E]ll a lie, what they [G#m]say about stability.
It s[A]cares me sometimes,
The [C#m]emptiness I s[B]ee in my [F#m]eyes.
All the [G#m]kid`s names I've ever [A]liked are tied to [B]tragedy
And[F#m] I don't want my [G#m]children growing up to[A] be anything like[B] me.
And [C#m]I`ve been lo[B]oking f[A]or t[E]ears in the s[C#m]creen door.
(t[B]ears in the sc[A]reen door)
[C#m]I`ve been wa[B]iting f[A]or an[E]other di[C#m]saster.
(a[B]nother dis[A]aster)
But [C#m]I was kind of h[A]oping you`d s[B]tay.
I [C#m]was kind of h[A]oping you`d st[E]ay.
[A] [-] [E] [-] [B]
I keep a f[C#m]lashlight
And a s[A]mall knife in the c[E]orner of my [B]bed stand.
I keep a f[C#m]lashlight and the t[A]rain times,
But you wouldn't u[E]nderstand.
How could you u[B]nderstand?
Jesus C[C#m]hrist. I`m [A]twentysix.
All the p[E]eople I graduated w[B]ith
All have [C#m]kids, all have w[A]ives,
All have p[E]eople who care if they c[B]ome home at night.
Jesus C[C#m]hrist, did I f**k [B]up?
And [C#m]I`ve been lo[B]oking f[A]or t[E]ears in the sc[C#m]reen door.
(t[B]ears in the sc[A]reen door)
[C#m]I`ve been wa[B]iting f[A]or an[E]other di[C#m]saster.
(a[B]nother dis[A]aster)
But [C#m]I was kind of h[A]oping you`d s[B]tay.
I [C#m]was kind of h[A]oping you`d s[B]tay.
I [C#m]was kind of h[B]oping you`d s[E]tay.
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