Flying Model Rockets The Front Bottoms
Flying model roc[Am]kets own the [G]sky in the backy[C]ard next to[F] mine[Am]
I get these [G]strange phone calls at [C]night with no one [F]on the other [Am]side
My brother's [G]friend explains to [C]me with breathless [F]words and bloody [Am]knees
It's a black eyed [G]trust, respect with [C]pain.
A love I'll [F]learn when I've been through the [Am]same.
[G] [C] [F]
[Am]But there's nothing [G]in Californ[C]ia that you could [F]not learn to hate [Am]here
The questions will [G]all still be waiting [C]for you, the answers will [F]only be less [Am]clear
It's hard to [G]say what I would [C]do if I was [F]back a year or [Am]two
Look at our [G]plans, try to unders[C]tand what could have [F]happened to all of [Am]them.
[G] [C] [F]
[Am]Flying model [G]rockets own the [C]sky in the [F]backyard next to [Am]mine
I get these [G]strange phone calls at [C]night with no one [F]on the other [Am]side
My brother's [G]friend explains to [C]me with breathless [F]words and bloody [Am]knees
It's a black eyed [G]trust, respect with [C]pain.
A love I'll [F]learn when I've been through the [Am]same.
[G] [C] [F] [Am]
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