A C#m D E F#m C#m D E A C#m D E F#m C#m D E A C#m D E F#m Was always waiting for the crush, C#m D E A C#m D E F#m The car to drive right through the shops, C#m D E A C#m D E F#m To call in sick and late at work, C#m D And take a holiday. G D A G D A A C#m D E Was always tangled up in knots, To keep myself from speaking up, But no one's listening anyway, Just trying to bribe me. G D A G D A Amaj7 G D And if it's alright, then what are we doing here? A Amaj7 G D And if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear. A Amaj7 G D And if it's alright, I'll tell you cos you'll never understand. A Amaj7 G D And if it's alright, I'll beg you, cos I'm a begging kind of man. A C#m D E Today I wrote a bad cheque, Packed a bag and took a jet, But no-one's looking anyway, I hope they miss me. G D A G D A Amaj7 (x4) G D A
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