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Professor chords by Acqua fragile

  • G

  • C

  • D

  • Gsus4

  • A

  • Asus4

  • F

  • Csus4

  • Em

  • Am

  • B

    2
  • F#sus4

    2
  • F#

    2
  • E

  • C#m

    4
  • Dm

  • Fm

  • Gm

    3
  • Eb

    6
  • Bb

  • Db

    4
  • Ab

    4
  • Gb

    2
Intro 1
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Gsus4
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Gsus4
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Asus4
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Csus4
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Csus4
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Verse 1
Am
Hanging around his life's only chapter
Delighted by the idea to chase after
F
Your mistake, your disgrace.
Am
Smelling the naïve sheets of
your notebook
Checking out your comb, your breath and
Your looks
F
Makes you crawl, in the hall
D

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Verse 2
Am
He ain't a teacher,
he ain't a master
Powdering your words he plays the expert
F
One way lens, sour pen.
Am
Staring at every stroke
of your shy brush
Grinning he drives our notes
in a small husk
F
Am
Screams an d shouts, sets your trial
Interlude 1
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F#sus4
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F#
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F#sus4
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F#
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F#sus4
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Am
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Am
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Am
Verse 3
G
Dear Professor what's the use in markin'
If what we do wrong is not important?
Blue and red lashings can't
hurt our bodies
F
G
F
We're still on the run we're
Gsus4
G
still on the run
Verse 4
G
We all make mistakes trying to do things
But what we do rights is more important
Dear Professor this is worth the effort
F
G
F
What's wrong with your mind what's
D
G
C
D
wrong with your mind
Verse 5
Am
Ain't no teacher,
he'll never master
Scratches his know- all- nose,
fake expert
F
Tiresome eye, black bow tie,
Am
He thinks he has a desk full of credits
F
B
C#m
F#sus4
E
B
F#
B
In every art display hangs his habit
F#sus4
E
B
F#
B
F#sus4
E
Am
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Am
G
Am
G
Talkin' bad,
F
G
F
about what you lack
G
Verse 6
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F
Good morning
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Gsus4
Sir.,
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C
Here's most important test for you to check
Interlude 2
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Gsus4
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Am
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Verse 7
Bb
It was your own life that you've
misgraded
Judging your own test
the way you judged ours
Missin' now each point that you
could count on
Ab
Bb
Zero's what you've got
Ab
Bb
it was your last shot
Ab
Bb
Ab
You will fade away you will fade away.
Bb
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