In One Ear chords

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_ _ Em _ _ F# _ _ A _ _ .
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B _ _ A _ I'm a pony in disguise F# trying to make the radio.
I'm an A Anastasia, and the B kids just sound like A so-and-so.
They F# say I'm just a A stupid kid, but I'm F# a crazy radical.
_ Rock and A roll was dead, I B probably should have A stayed at school.
Another generation X has F# somehow slipped up to the correct,.
All they'd love to A see me for, but B I'm already A on my back, so F# it goes.
In one ear, A and right B out the other, F# people talking A s, but you know I B never bother.
F# In one F#m ear, and B right out the F# other, people talking A s, hey, B you kiss the back F#m of my ear.
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B _ _ Em _ F# Now I know I'm not a A saint, F# I've been a sinner all my life.
I ain't trying to have my A bars, I'd B rather keep them in the A light.
They F# want to criticize, A scrutinize, F# cast another stone.
Ban me at the A stake, you B sit and watch it from the A throne.
They say the devil is my pal, F# I do a lot of B F# drugs.
The crowd will F#m only like B me if they're really A fing drunk.
They think they know my thoughts, F# but they don't know B the least.
F# If they'd listen to the A words, they'd B find a magic technique, A but F# it goes.
In F#m one ear, and B right out the other, F# people talking s, A even though B they never F# bother.
It goes in one F#m ear, and B right out the F# other, people talking A s, hey, B you kiss the F#m back of my _ _ _ .
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_ _ C#m _ _ B _ F#m You hear that?.
_ _ You hear his color?.
_ _ I'm with the F# ears.
F#m Cause we're in your town, and we're gonna- _ .
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B _ _ _ A He's the maverick to the story, we B don't do it for the glory.
We F# don't do it for A the money, B we don't do it for the A fame.
So all the critics who despise us, F# go ahead and criticize B us.
F# It's your tyranny that A drives us, B that is the fire to our A flames, F# and it goes.
In one ear, F#m and right F# out the other, people talking s, A but you know I B never bother.
F# It goes in one F#m ear, and B right out the other, I'm F# only playing music A cause you know B what s love F# is.
It goes in one A ear, and B right out the F# other, people talking s, A but you know B I never bother.
It F# goes in one A ear, and F# right out the other, people talking A s, hey, B you kiss the back of my F# hand.
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