Cifras
What Other People Say

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Thought when I grew up
                     Am                                            Em                                                            D  
I would be the same as the ones who gave me my last name
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I would not give in, I would not partake
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In the same old drugs everyone else takes
Pre-Chorus
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I'm better than that, I'm better than that
          D                                                                                                                                            G  
I'm living my life so I go to heaven and never come back
          C                                                                                      Em  
But look where I'm at, look where I'm at
          D  
I'm living the life that I said I wouldn't, I wanna go back
Em                                              C                                         G  
     I used to call my mom every Sunday
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So she knew her love wasn't far away
Em                                                            C                              G  
     But now I'm all fucked up out in LA
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'Cause I care more about what other people say
Em                                                 C                                                              G  
     I used to not take chances with God's name
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But it's been so long since I last prayed
Em                                                            C                                                                    G  
     And now I'm all fucked up and my heart's changed
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'Cause I care more about what other people say
G            Am         Em         G            Am         Em         G            B            Em  
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C  
     'Cause I care more about what other people say
                  G                                                 Am  
I wish I could shelter the boy I knew
                        Em                                                              D  
From the constant hell I'd put him through
                             G                                                    Am  
'Cause I'm all grown up and I'm black and blue
                     Em                                                                              D  
I could use some tape, I could use some glue
Pre-Chorus
          C                                                      Em  
I'm better than that, I'm better than that
                                D  
I should be living my life so I go to heaven and never come back
Em                                              C                                         G  
     I used to call my mom every Sunday
                                                                          D  
So she knew her love wasn't far away
Em                                                            C                              G  
     But now I'm all fucked up out in LA
                                                                D  
'Cause I care more about what other people say
Em                                                 C                                                              G  
     I used to not take chances with God's name
                                             D  
But it's been so long since I last prayed
Em                                                            C                                                                    G  
     And now I'm all fucked up and my heart's changed
                                                                D  
'Cause I care more about what other people say
G            Am         Em  
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C  
     'Cause I care more about what other people say
                                  G  
Thought when I grew up
                     Am                                                         Em                         C  
I would be the same as the ones who gave me my last name
Em                                              C                                            G  
     I used to call my mom every Sunday
                                                                          D  
So she knew her love wasn't far away (Far away)
Em                                                            C                                                      G  
     But now I'm all fucked up out in LA (Out in LA)
                                                                D  
'Cause I care more about what other people say
Em                                                 C                                                         G  
     I used to not take chances with God's name (God's name)
                                             D  
But it's been so long since I last prayed (Since I last prayed)
Em                                                            C                                                              G  
     And now I'm all fucked up and my heart's changed (And my heart changed)
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'Cause I care more about what other people say (What other people say)
G            Am         Em         G            Am         Em         G            B            Em  
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C  
     'Cause I care more about what other people say