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         Dm
Your girlfriend, she hates me
                 F
Cause everybody knows, you tried to date me, and she,
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Thinks I made you cheat, well, I think that’s kind of sweet
                Dm                              F               
Cause we both know I’d be blackout every time I let you get down,
A                       G
So I can play the whore, but girl you know you want me

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Yeah, see that indie chick in the the front row?
                F
Yeah, she been puttin’ on quite the show
                     A
Tryin’ to get the front man to notice her
        G
And I’m up against the wall with the drummer from the opener
        Dm
Oh, tell me again how you’re 
                        F
So insane, do so many drugs, are in so much pain, baby
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Don’t you know all girls want are arms and rhythm?
N.C.
Then you’ll have ‘em screamin 

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More
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More, more, more, more

                 Dm                      F
So now it’s just you and me driving on kombucha, coke and oxy
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Are you ready for what you came here to see?
                Dm
Cause we both know you’ve been tryin’ to read my mind, but
F                                                         A
You straight exhausted all the options of what you might find
                            G
Cause I know why the raven cried

        Dm
Never more
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Never ever more
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Never ever ever ever more, more, more