D D7 G Em A7 D Em A7
G B7 E7 (Am D7 G C A7 D7 G | B7 E7 | Bm E7)
When I think back on all the crap I learned in the highschool
It's no wonder I can think it off
And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none
I can read a writing on the wall
Kodachrome
It gives me the nice bright colors
It gives us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera and I love to take photographs
So mamma don't take my Kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew when I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they never match my sweet immagination
Never things look worse in black and white
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