What You Will Chords by Matt Pless

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_ [C] _ _ [F] I had a friend who had to vent [Am] on a time that left him quite [Dm] preclamped.
I asked exactly what he meant [Bb] and [C] helplessly he said,
[F] I'm just a boy with a broken dream [Am] and a chemical dependency
[Dm] that's eating up what's left of me while they [C] say plan ahead.
[Dm] He asked [Am] his father, what's the point?
The [C] future ain't too bright.
[Dm] Then dad [Am] replied for the first time, [Bb] I think you might [C] be right.
[F] Cause your [C] generation's on [F] medication, blinded by [C] _ [F] inebriation,
wallowing [C] in [F] procrastination, frankly [C] bored of [F] education,
live in [C] fear of foreign [F] nations, [C] nuclear _ [F] annihilation,
searching [C] for an [F] explanation while I have [C] the [Bb] realization
that it's [C] all my fault [F] and such is life.
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_ _ I held a girl for a bit of a [Am] while in an age where a smile was out of [Dm] style.
She made denial seem worthwhile, [Bb] I never quite [C] knew how.
[F] She had a voice and a wish for fame [Am] and claimed the world would know her [Dm] name.
I told her I once felt the same, [Bb] but look where [C] I am now.
[Dm] So darling, [Am] keep your head on straight, [Bb] this vision won't [C] pan out.
[Dm] She'd say [Am] I always get my way [Bb] and you can just [C] get out.
[F] So she worked [C] real hard and she danced away, [F] but she put on a play,
[C] she wore her mirror all [F] day and the years went by.
[C] She turned 28 [F]
over the hill and a little too [F] late with _ [C] deteriorating mental health.
The president's dead cause she proved herself and though you [C] never heard her [F] sing,
she's on [C] magazines and TV screens [F] while she sits and smiles in a prison [F] cell
where she hung herself [C] with a studded belt.
She went out like a star and [F] such is life. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I knew a fella so tried and [Am] true, he's a lot like me and a bit [Dm] like you,
who struggled through what bound him [Bb] to a social [C] web of lies.
[F] He saw the things he chose to [Am] see inside a world of fantasy
[Dm] and he never fit too [Am] comfortably in [C]
anybody's eyes.
[Dm] But when the [Am] system pulled his card and said [C] you turned out right,
[Dm] we fed you [Am] fear for 18 years [C] preparing for a fight.
[F] So son, [C] get off that unicorn [F] and come try on [C] this uniform
[F] cause these are [C] the colors that never [F] run.
Red, white, [C] blue and a silver [F] gun, though he never laid [C] a finger on [F] anyone.
He just sang his [C] songs and had his [F] fun on the [C] battlefield.
He met [F] his end when he took a [C] bullet to save his [F] friend.
His mom got [C] word the other [F] day in a letter that [C] read thanks anyway.
[Bb] But that's how [C] freedom rings [F] and such is life.
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_ _ _ My thoughts on everybody else [Am] would lead me back to view [Dm] myself
and take the sorrow that I felt [Bb] to build a [C] case in point.
[F] My home sweet home of lemon [Am] drops where dinner's served on [Dm] countertops.
The healthy family unit stops [Bb] when parents [C] disappoint.
[Dm] The stranger's hand [Am] that feeds you [Bb] is a jackal [C] in disguise
[Dm] that sends [Am] us poison arrows from [Bb] apocalyptic [C] skies.
[F] There's a fallout child [C] with an empty [F] face who will finish [C] last in the human [F] race
in a vegetative [C] state at his parents' [F] place.
And a shame [C] disgrace who's afraid to [F] age his rage [C] enslaves.
A caged [F] white dove who's raised on [C] drugs and selfish [F] love.
The [C] product of a time defined [F] by me, [C] myself and I
[F] combined with a slow [C] decline on a string of pills
[F] while the world keeps [C] turning we're standing still [Bb] and growing [C] up all wrong.
The sandbox lines are drawn, [Bb] the backward beat [C] goes on.
_ _ _ _ And such is [F] life.
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