D Looking at the cop in the rear view mirrorF# Probably should have stopped but the crosswalk was clearBm A G I'll just imagine it's a ticket to a Broadway show D Looking at the clouds and they seem kinda funnyF# Probably gonna rain but my outlook is sunnyBm A G I'll just imagine that I'm laying out in Mexico G A F# Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with painBm A G And I know that things won't always go my wayG Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days D But I can't complainF# I can't complainBm A G Every day is too short to let it go to waste D But I can't complainF# I can't complainBm A G You gotta treat every day like a holiday G And I'm telling youG A F# That I know some days I'm gonna stumbleF# Bm A G And I know the cookie's gonna crumbleG Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days But I can't complain -start playing D- D Waiting on a never ending train at the crossingF# Paying it no mind cause you just keep talkingBm A G We'll just imagine it's the good old days and take it slow D Spending Christmas Eve on the floor of the airportF# Dying to get back to the people that I care forBm A G Smiling just dreaming about my puppy in my bed back home G A F# Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with painBm A G And I know that things won't always go my wayG Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days D But I can't complainF# I can't complainBm A G Every day is too short to let it go to waste D But I can't complainF# I can't complainBm A G You gotta treat every day like a holiday G A F# Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with painBm A G And I know that things won't always go my wayG Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days D If you can't say nothing good Don't say nothingF# If you stop to think you could come up with somethingBm A G That makes you feel so good when times are rough it's ok D I can't complainF# Oh oh oh oh ohBm Oh oh oh oh ohA G Don't let it go to waste D But I can't complainF# I can't complainBm A G Every day is too short to let it go to waste D But I can't complainF# I can't complainBm A G You gotta treat every day like a holiday G And I'm telling youG A F# That I know some days I'm gonna stumbleF# Bm A G And I know the cookie's gonna crumbleG Gm And I know that life is gonna suck some days But I can't complain
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