tabed BY: Jessica
Verse
D C^7
I study up my hollow
Piece of wood to follow
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A day that doesn't come
To the lucky
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And I realize there's tomorrow
But I would rather wallow
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In the rain then moods that seem
So pot-lucky
Well I'm cruising El Paseo
In my off-white coup back '65
Or I'm cruisin down my own street
And my hooptie says to me
You better hang on to your bench seat
I'm gonna take you for a ride
And I'll let you know
When it comes, when it comes
I'll let you know
But don't stay up for me
Don't wait up for me
If I'm not home
ITS THE SAME THING UNTIL THE SECOND CHROUS
Well I'll be gone tomorrow
Yes I'm on the road tomorrow
So next time that I see you in school
It won't be for too long
COUNTINUE UNTIL THE SOLO
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