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B _ _
D# _ .
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D _ _
F# _ You're on your own, kid.
You are.
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E _ _ _ _ _ .
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F#m _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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Em _ _ _ _ .
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A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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F#m _ .
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Bm _
E _ _ _ _ And I guess the back can get better gotta be wrong before it's right.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I've always been a go getter.
There's truth in every word I write.
But still
C#m the growing pains, growing pains
E are keeping me up at
A night.
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E _ .
And I can't hide, those growing pains
B are keeping me up at
A night.
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C#m _
G#m.
And I
C#m can't hide, those growing
B pains are keeping me
E up at night.
Try to mend what's left of
A my contented
E comprehension.
As I take on the stress of the mess
A that
F#m I've made.
Don't know if I even care for grown,
F#.
if it's just
E alone.
_ _ _ And I guess the back can get better gotta be wrong before it's right.
Every happy phrase engraved in my mind.
I've always been a go getter.
There's truth in every word I write.
C#m But still the growing pains, growing
E pains are keeping me up at
A night.
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E.
And I can't hide, those growing pains are keeping me up at
A night.
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G#m.
And
C#m I can't hide, those
B growing pains are keeping me
E up at night.
Starting to look like miss know it all, can't take her own advice.
Can't find pieces of my peace of mind.
And I cry more than I want to admit but I
A can't lie to myself to anyone.
Cause phoning it
E in isn't any fun can't run back to my youth the way I want to.
The days my brother was
A quicker to fool.
AM
D radio not much to do.
Use
E monsters as an excuse to lie awake.
Now the monsters are the ones that I have to face.
No band aids for the
A growing pains.
_
C#m _ I hate
G#m you.
_
E _ No,
B no,
N no band