The 1975 - Part Of The Band

                [Verse 1]
G                      D                            A
..She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
                  Bm
I always used to bust into her hand
G            D        A    Bm
..In my, my, my imagination…
G                  D                         A
..I was living my best life, living with my parents
                Bm                          G           
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
            D          A      Bm
And my, my, my cancellations,….hm, yeah

[Interlude]
G   D   A   Bm
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[Verse 2]
    G                      D                 A
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
           Bm                      G              
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
            D       A    Bm
In my, my, my imagination…
G                     D 
So many cringes and heroin binges
        A                     Bm             
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
G          D        A     Bm
Of my, my, my imagination,…oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Em   A             Em
..Enough about me now
            A                       
“You gotta talk about the people, baby”
Em      A 
..But that’s kind of the idea

[Chorus]
Bm                 A 
At home, somewhere I don’t like
 G                    D   
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
 G    F#m      G         A   Bbdim
Coming to her lookalikes………..
Bm               A     
I can’t get the language right
      G                D 
Just tell me what’s unladylike

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
             G          D                 A  
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
                          Bm             G
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
          D                A     Bm
Writing about their ejaculations…
            G                  D   
“I like my men like I like my coffee
             A                            Bm 
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won’t offend anybody”
 G                   D            A      Bm
Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Em   A             Em
..a Xanax and a Newport
              A                     Em   A
“Well I take care of my kids”, she said….

[Chorus]
     Bm              A      
The worst inside of us begets
       G             D 
That feeling on the internet
      G    F#m     G
It’s like someone intended it
        A          Bbdim   
(Like advertising cigarettes)
   Bm              A
A diamond in the rough begets
      G               D 
The diamond with a scruff you get

[Instrumental]
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[Outro]
   G                      F#m
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
          A                   Bm
Or Am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
G             D         A     Bm
..Calling his ego imagination?…
          G                     D                   A 
I’ve not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
                    Bm                G
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
                 D        A     G  
It’s kind of my daily iteration….