Cifras para Guitarra Gubba Lookalikes

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They come from underneath the stairs
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Into my room but no-one cares
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They're on the bus and on the train
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They're knocking on my window pane.
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Oh mother telephone the nurse
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Can't you see it's getting worse
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I close my eyes yet still it seems
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Everybody in my dreams,
            
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Gubba look-A-likes                   Gubba look-A-likes.
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I wake up screaming in the hall
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I didn't mean to wake at all
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I run and lock the bathroom door
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Turn on the taps and out they pour.
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Through all the villages and towns
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A thousand sandy coloured clowns
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I try and escape down private drives
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And then I reach the Reader's Wives.
            
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Gubba look-A-likes                   Gubba look-A-likes.
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In order to fling off this curse, I spend all day drinking in
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Diverse taverns, with smarmy acrobats and balding senators.
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But after a while they too adopt the likeness and begin to breed like
                    
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town pigs.
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As a drunken lump I fall into a state of blissful unconsciousness
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But the moment is fleeting and I awake once more in despair
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And in my final agonies believe myself lost.
            
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Gubba look-A-likes                   Gubba look-A-likes.
                  
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In every film and every play, on every public right of way
                  
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On every flag I see unfurled, on all the grounds in all the world
                            
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The one-armed bandits in the bar, in the back of every car
                  
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And even on my dying day they'll refuse to go away
              
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When I walk towards the light something somewhere won't be right
                          
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And what was once my Uncle Keith says there'll never be relief
                          
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And we'll go on and on and on and on and on.
            
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 Eto
Gubba look-A-likes                   Gubba look-A-likes.