Toronto chords by Carpool

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In Toronto,
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whoa- oh- oh
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Where a friend can be a friend
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In Toronto, whoa- oh- oh
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Where the blunts don't ever end
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We could move up north and get a
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little place with a king size bed
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We'd never feel bad again
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All out of sick days,
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but you still called in
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Spent the night throwing up in the porcelain
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Out of money,
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so you're scheming up your next big win
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As long as I'm the one that
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takes the hit straight to the chin
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In Toronto, whoa- oh- oh
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G 
Where a friend can be a friend
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G 
In Toronto, whoa- oh- oh
D 
G 
Where the blunts don't ever end
A 
We could move up north and get a
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A 
little place with a king size bed
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And never feel bad again
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G 
Maybe in the future things could finally
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make some goddamn sense
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And we could feel good instead
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All out of sick days, but you still called in
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Spent the night throwing up
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in the porcelain
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Barbed- wire mouth cut the words
that won't come out
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Make me feel like the clouds,
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it's tough to swallow them down
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When they cut my throat
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With fiberglass from cigarettes I smoke
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In Toronto, whoa- oh- oh
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G 
Where a friend can be a friend
D 
G 
In Toronto, whoa- oh- oh
D 
G 
Where the blunts don't ever end
A 
We could move up north and get a
G 
A 
little place with a king size bed
G 
And never feel bad again
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G 
Maybe in the future things could finally
A 
make some goddamn sense
G 
And we could feel good instead
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Woo!
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F#m 
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I  should probably go
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and start to make a move
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Get off my ass, I got some things to do
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Don't want a job, always in a bad mood
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I think things would be better
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if I was with you
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Should probably go and start
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to make a move
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Get off your ass,
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you've got some things to do
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Don't want a job,
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you're always in a bad mood
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I think things would better if
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In Toronto, whoa- oh- oh
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G 
Where a friend can be a friend
D 
G 
In Toronto, whoa- oh- oh
D 
G 
Where the blunts don't ever end
A 
We could move up north and get a
G 
A 
little place with a king size bed
G 
We'd never feel bad again
A 
G 
Maybe in the future things could finally
A 
make some goddamn sense
G 
And we could feel good instead