Tono: D
Introducción: D D
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I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' 'Don't blame me'
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Victim of this, victim of that
A
Your momma's too thin your daddy's too fat
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Get over it
F
Get over it
G
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
D
Get over it, get over it
D
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if they gave you some cash
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You don't want to work you want to live like a king
A
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
D
Get over it
F
Get over it
G
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
D
Get over it, get over it
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It's like going to a confession every time I hear you speak
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You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
A
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
(get over it, page 2 )
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You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt you wallow in the pain
F
Bitch about the present and blame it on the past.
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I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh, yeh, yeh
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Get over it
F
Get over it
G
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
D
Get over it, get over it
D
Get over it
F
Get over it
G
Its gotta stop sometimes, so why don't you quit
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Get over it, get over it (pause) (come back guitar first, all 1/2 later)
G D(pause,
Drum roll .... get over it (stop)