Beach Boys

I keep looking for a place to fit in,
Where I can speak my mind.
I've been trying hard to find the people,
That I won't leave be-hind.
Bridge 1:
They say I got brains,
But they ain't doin' me no good.
I wish they could.
Each time things,
Start to happen a-gain,
I think I got,
Something good goin' for my-self,
But what goes wrong?
Chorus 1:
Sometimes I feel very sad,
Sometimes I feel very sad,
(Something put my heart and soul into).
Sometimes I feel very sad,
(Something put my heart and soul into).
Break:
(*Harpsichord and Flute)
Interlude:
I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times.
Verse 2:
Every time I get the inspiration,
To go change things a-round.
No one wants to help me look for places,
Where new things might be found.
Bridge 2:
Where can I turn,
When my fair-weather friends cop out?
What's it all a-bout?
Each time things,
Start to happen a-gain,
I think I got,
Something good goin' for my-self,
But what goes wrong?
Chorus 2:
Sometimes I feel very sad,
Sometimes I feel very sad,
(Something put my heart and soul into).
Sometimes I feel very sad,
(Something put my heart and soul into).
Break:
(*Harpsichord and Flute)
Interlude:
I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times.
Instrumental:
(*Theremin)
Coda:
I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times,
I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times.
I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times,
(I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times).
I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times,
I guess I just,
Wasn't made for these times.
(Repeat to Fade)
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2004
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)