Tono: B
Introducción:
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When I need you you?re only ever twenty-eight away with a tailwind
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I?m on Shimano Ultegra now, ain?t you heard?
Dm
Through the trauma Jemma Guntrip has failed as a friend
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Venezuela, Australia, then me.
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But when it?s too late for drunks and too early for milkmen
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Give me the moonlight, give me a spade.
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I?ve got soil on my fingers I?ve got worms in my shoes,
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The stench of death lingers when I lie next to you,
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I?ve been allowed about an hour to comprehend
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That I simply can?t walk out the door
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They?ve got rules by which I must abide regulations to keep me secure.
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With a help chute and a carbon monoxide alarm
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We would still have our Thursday afternoons
Dm
Consolation in the form of a halogen lamp
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Dark was the night, cold was the ground.
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When you?ve got nothing to lose you get worms in your shoes
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You get the subterranean lovesick blues.
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I?m still your number one fan I?m your Betterware man
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I?m still your number one fan I?m your Betterware man
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I?m still your number one fan I?m your Betterware man.