Dm You never really knew the things you learned A# would matter the things F you did and didn't do A would someday find you the things you hate the Dm A# most the lessons on piano the books you read in F Sunday school I swear A I'd trade in anything to be young again A# F Dm C And all these things A# Dm C Am A/C# are lessons in living Chorus: Dm It seems like we're F all fighting to be A more than who we Dm A# are Life has been F a test of virtue A Dm and humility so far A# cause give and take Dm don't matter either way A# luck of the draw, Dm the lottery, Roshambo Gm for poverty Destination Dm anywhere but here. Here I go again Feeling sorry for myself Am I getting old at heart Too old to pretend That everything’s alright? Have I had a choice? Walking past a threshold Into a change And your life’s never the same again And all these things Were lessons in living Chorus: It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far 'Cause give and take don’t matter either way Luck of the draw, the lottery Roshambo for poverty Destination: anywhere but here A# My mind is F Dm C A# o-pen I scream Dm C Am A/C# for better things Chorus: It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far 'Cause give and take don’t matter either way Luck of the draw, the lottery Roshambo for poverty Destination: anywhere but here | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# Am C C# Dm F Gm |