{t:Learning Not To Feel}
{st:Written by Gordon Haskell, tabbed by checkman@math.gatech.edu}

Don't [G#]ever let me get compli[D#]cated, [C#]leave me on the [G#]farm,
Don't [G#]ever let me get over[D#]rated, my [C#]life is cool and [G#]calm.
[G]Stop me seeing double, not [D]knowing left from right,
The [G]wrong one leads to trouble, we're [D]born without a light.

I [G#]heard some talk of revo[D#]lution, I [C#]smiled and went to [G#]bed,
How [G#]can there be any so[D#]lution, in[C#]side a human's [G#]head?
But [G]what of me and you, babe, when they [D]teach me how to deal?
Yes, [G]what of me and you, babe, when I'm [D]learning not to feel?

Don't [G#]ever let me think I'm im[D#]portant, don't [C#]let me try to stop the [G#]tides,
Don't [G#]ever spell my name with big [D#]letters, and [C#]stop me ever taking [G#]sides.
But [G]what of me and you, babe, when they [D]teach me how to deal?
Yes, [G]what of me and you, babe, when I'm [D]learning not to feel?