Fm G G B#m
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Fm G G B#m
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Fm G G B#m
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And I’m coming Fmhome
London in the raGin
G B#m
Driving real slow in the fast lane
Feelin’ kinda stFmressed
Tryin’ to get drGunk
G B#m
Problem with the rich kids is that they’re no fun
RFmight now I’m flyGing
G B#m Fm
..So come and take a shot at me
Not scared of dyGing
G B#m Fm
..It’s sad how sad this life can be
Fm G G B#m
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Fm..Driving through the clGouds
G B#m
Picking all the bad ones out the crowd
Had a bad mFmonth
Had a bad yGear
G B#m
Had a bad time getting over my fears
RFmight now I’m flyGing
G B#m Fm
..So come and take a shot at me
Not scared of dyGing
G..It’s sad how–
B#m Fm
I don’t wanna talk about my problems
GI don’t wanna tell another lGie
B#m Fm
I don’t wanna write another love song
G G B#m
I don’t wanna even ******* try…..
FmEverybody hGurts sometimes
G B#m
Everybody hurts sometimes
FmEverybody hGurts sometimes
G B#m
Everybody….
RFmight now I’m flyGing
G B#m Fm
..So come and take a shot at me
Not scared of dyGing
G B#m Fm
..It’s sad how sad this life can be
Fm G G B#m
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Fm G G B#m
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Fm G G B#m
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Fm G G B#m
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