Underage

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Transposer

Ab A A# Bb B C C# Db D D# Eb E F F# Gb G C#

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             Capo 1

[Intro] D Bm (G)

D                                 Bm
Young, all we ever think about is fun
                                  G
All we ever want to be is twenty one
                                                 D 
Hey, doesn't everyone want to sit on top of the world
Revolves around athletic boys
    Bm                                       G
and girls dressed up in their older sisters clothes
                       Bm                                G
R.kelly on the radio, screaming out this will never get old

D
Racin' cars and breakin' hearts
First taste of love and twist off wine
Bm
Kissin' strangers, darin' danger
Burnin' bridges, crossin' lines
 G
You don't think to take it slow, and you don't know what you don't know
  Bm                                   A
The nights are young and our IDs are fake
     D       Bm   G
Underage, underage

D                                    Bm
Time, feels like it's always on our side
So we fill it up with midnight drives
     G                                                 D
and lies to your momma when she asks you where you've been
                                                  Bm
And you hide your smile and say anywhere but with him
                                  G
Cause you know when she was seventeen she was doin' the same damn thing

D
Racin' cars and breakin' hearts
First taste of love and twist off wine
Bm
Kissin' strangers, darin' danger
Burnin' bridges, crossin' lines
 G
You don't think to take it slow, and you don't know what you don't know
  Bm                                   A
The nights are young and our IDs are fake
     D        Bm       G
Underage, underage

D Bm G

(G)
Every light is sayin' go, and you don't know what you don't know

D
Racin' cars and breakin' hearts
First taste of love and twist off wine
Bm
Kissin' strangers, darin' danger
Burnin' bridges, crossin' lines
 G
You don't think to take it slow, and you don't know what you don't know
  Bm                                   A
The nights are young and our IDs are fake
     Bm                                    A
The kind of days that are "those were the days"
     D      Bm   G
Underage, underage

 D                                Bm
Young, all we ever think about is fun
         G
Doesn't everyone
            

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