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Do It Yourself

Key: D

Introduction:

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My Daddy called me on a Friday morning, so sad to tell me just what you?d done
D                              A                              E                                      D                         A                                                    E  
You tried so hard to make us all hate you but in the end you was the only one
F#m  
Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
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You tried in vain to find something to kill you
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In the end you had to do it yourself.
                D                      A                 E                                                 D                    A                                              E  
Who?s to blame for the loveless marriage, who?s to blame for the broken band?
D                              A                                      E                                      D                                    A                                                              E  
You ran from life and all of it's pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.
F#m  
Thrown out before the date?s expired, you?d rather die than let anyone help,
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You?d rather die than take a stab at living.
D                 A                                                      E  
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.
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Everyone has those times when the night?s so long
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The dead-end life just drags you down
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You lean back under the microphone
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and turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound.
          D                              A                                                 E                                 D                                              A                                 E  
And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister, It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy
D                              A                            E                                                                 D                                                 A                                      E  
It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy
F#m  
Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
D                         A                              E  
Living too hard just couldn?t kill you
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In the end you had to do it yourself.
D                         A                              E  
Living too hard just couldn?t kill you
D              A                                    E  
In the end you had to do it yourself.