Champ

Note: Please Tune Your Guitar To 443 Hz And Place A Capo On The 1St Fret.

Intro
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|E                 E              | E                 G#m       A        |
|A                 B              | C#m                C#m                |
|C#m                B              | A                 A                 |

Verse 1
That EHoodie Was The EBest Thing To EHappen To AMe
Like The One Thing That You BSalvage From A C#mHouse Fire
When You EDropped Me At Her Emaj7House 'Cause I'm Just EToo Much To G#mDeal WAith
I'm The C#mLast Kid That Should BBe Around A LAighter
And ELying's Such A Emaj7Chore, But The ETruth Feels So G#mWronAg
And Every Turn I BMake Just Keeps Me From C#mGetting Where I Want
But When EI Confide In Emaj7Her, I ETear Apart The AEarth
There's C#mSomebody Who HBas It Ten Times WAorse
There's ENo Time Left To Pity And I See It In My G#mFrieAnds
And They All Look So Much BOlder Than C#mMe
But ToEnight I'm Feeling Emaj7Brave, I EThink I'll Act My G#mAge Until A KC#mid Says That There's SoBmething Wrong With MeA​

Chorus
And F#mSometimes The SmG#moke Smells GoAod
Leave The EWindow Open When It's BFreezing F#mCo--G#m-Ld A​
I C#mKnowB​
When You F#mLeft Me Home AG#mloneA, When You LeEft For Your Award ShBow
I F#mDitched You Guys AnG#md DiAed, Laid In The SnoC#mw   B​

Verse 2
Spent EToo Many Emaj7Nights
EPinching My G#mSides WonderiAng If I'm LBiving In A DC#mream
When I EDon't Know Who To Emaj7Ask
I EThink That I'll Just G#mPass, Like, MC#maybe I'll Just FiBgure It Out MyseAlf
ButterEflies Inside Me, They ETurn Into G#mTapeworms
And I AStay ABwake 'Till My SC#mtomach Hurts
So EWhen It's 4 Am And I ECan't Eat AnyG#mthing
I'll Wake C#mUp Too Late And GBet What I DesAerve

Verse 3
And I F#mKnowG#m, I ToAld You Two Weeks, BuEt It's Been Seventeen BYears
And EveF#mry TG#mime I SiAng They Close Their EaC#mrs    B​
It's F#mAll IG#mn My HeAad, It's ChEeesy But It's True  B​
If I F#mCould, I'd G#mBlame It AlAl On You C#m    B​
Sometimes F#mI'd Try G#mTo TaAlk, And NoEthing Comes Out
AnBd Most Of F#mMy MeG#mmorieAs Aren't How  C#mThey Really Were    B​
I'm SF#mlipping OnG#m The LiAne, I'm ConfuEsed All The Time  B​
When You F#mGo To Claim YG#mour BaAgs, Don't Claim What's MiC#mne   B​

Chorus
And ESometimes The Smoke Smells Emaj7Good
Leave The EWindow Open When IG#mt's Freezing CAolBd
I C#mKnow
When You ELeft Me Home Emaj7Alone, When You ELeft For Your AwarG#md Show
I C#mDitched You Guys And DBied, Laid In The SAnow

Instrumental
E G#m A B C#m
E G#m C#m B A x2

Verse 4
I EHave This Funny Emaj7Dream That I EMoved To Bombay G#mBeach
And I'm NeAver Seen Or BHeard From AC#mgain
Won't Have To EWatch Out For Emaj7Sharks Swimming EIn The Salton G#mSea
Even C#mThough I'm More Than SBure  A That One Just BAit Me
And I've EBeen Performing Emaj7Poorly, But It's ESo Hard To Be G#mHonest
She's Been AThreatening That BI Go Get Some C#mHelp
When I EPicture Your Emaj7Face It Comes Up As Someone G#mElse
C#mSomeone Who's Treated Me The Same WEay