Get Over İt
D
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A
whole lotta people cryin Don t blame me
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin sorry for themselves
G
Victim of this victim of that
A
Your momma s too thin; your daddy s too fat
D
Get over it
F
Get over it
G
All this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fit
D
Get over it get over it
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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
The more I think about it Old Billy was right
harmony
Let s kill all the lawyers-- kill em tonight
G
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
C
You re makin the most of your losin streak
A A
Some call it sick but I call it weak
get over it page 2
D
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter bringin everybody down
F
Bitch about the present and blame it on the past.
G
I d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yeh
D
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
D
Get over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1
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2 later
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pause guitar) ...(all play
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Drum roll .... get over it (stop