C: 032013      G/F#: 200033     Em7: 020033   C*: 054035  Am: 002210   G: 320033   

Cadd9: 032033    Cadd9*: 054055      




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I forced myself to open my eyes
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but if this hangover is killing me
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I died at least three times during the night
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and I dribbled on myself again
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so anyone who told me I should shut my mouth
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turned out to be alright in the end
 


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And I have to leave this place by god it's killing me
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I guess I'll go to London on the train if the bastards not delayed
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and in the Barfly I'll think about my life
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or that time I played in Newbury
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and nobody came.



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and I know that somethings wrong but I don't know what
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and I may not be alone but that's still life whether you like it or not
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and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
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but I will still be this cynical when I get paid


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And maybe then I'll have some credibility
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and I don't mean being mentioned in the NME
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I know that I've got stupid hair and wonky teeth
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and they probably look for prettier than me.
 

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Why do you call me grumpy anyway? 
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when you can so often find me with a smile on my face,
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laughing at the chav boys and their spit for brains
          C
and their nineties fucking tracksuits
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and their pretend MC names.

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and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
       C           C*                   G     G/F#     Em7        C
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
           C*               G     G/F#   Em7
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C                 C*         C  Am   G
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid
 
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Maybe then i'll write decent middle eight
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that isn't just the same four chords that i've already played
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and the crowd will cheer me on from fret to fret
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and I'll have a record contract
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and it might help me begin to forget

                 C           C*          G    G/F#   Em7
and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
       C           C*                  G     G/F#     Em7         C
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
           C*               G     G/F#   Em7
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C                 C*         C  Am   G
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid
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and I'll be this way until I get laid
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good god.
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And all this is why I'm going so grey.