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 A                     E  
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                     G   
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                       A
Roll bus roll, take me up

 A                          E  
Midnight coming on a Monday night
                                         G   
I'm gonna go again, because I don't feel right
                                      D 
Quickpack, knapsack, quicksnack, quicktrain
                       A
42nd street, Greyhound again

 A                     E  
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                     G   
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                       A
Roll bus roll, take me up

 A                        E  
Old bodegas and old streetlights
                       G   
Harlem looks so warm tonight
                                               D 
All those cheap desserts memory hurts, I could die
                                        A
I gotta to take 2 Tylenols and close my eyes

 A                     E  
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                     G   
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                       A 
Roll bus roll, take me up

 A                            E  
I wasn't designed to move so fast
                                     G   
I wasn't designed to have so much past
                                          D 
And in my minds eye they all have so much fun
                                A 
Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run

 A                                              E  
And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller
               G  
Oh but its all fine 
                                            D 
As long as the bus makes the city behind me get 
                       A 
Smaller and smaller

 A                     E  
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                     G   
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                       A 
Roll bus roll, take me up

 A                                 E  
Two weeks in England, two weeks in town
                                     G   
Another hundred bucks of medication down
                                     D 
Another sorry message that I need to send
                                     A 
And another situation that I have to end

 A                            E  
A midnight coming on a Monday night
                                     G   
I'm gonna go again I might not be alright
                                      D 
Its a bitter pill, and it's still the same
                       A 
42nd Street, Greyhound again

 A                                   E  
If I get one seat, I hope it's the window
                                     G   
And if I get two seats I'll just lie down
                                        D 
But if I get one seat and it's just the aisle
                                         A 
I'll still be asleep before the hundreth mile

 A                         E  
And then inside some tiny dream
                            G   
And inside that somekind of me
                                     D 
And outside us rolls the bus and the time 
                                 A
Will go by till inside me I am asleep

 A                     E  
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                     G   
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                       A 
Roll bus roll, take me up
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