Cifras
I'm So Sorry

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  about time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
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  no sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read   (no time)
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Get mine and make no excuses
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Waste of precious breath (no time)
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  the sun shines on everyone
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Everyone, love yourself to death
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So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
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You'll never be loved till you've made your own
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You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
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You'll never know the top till you get too low
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A son of a stepfather
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A son of a
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I'm so sorry
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A son of a stepfather
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A son of a
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I'm so sorry
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  no lies and no deceiving
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Man is what he loves
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  i keep tryin' conceive
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That death is from above (no time)
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  i get mine and make no excuses
 G                                 Dm 
Waste of precious breath (no time)
 Dm                                 C 
  the sun shines on everyone
                     G                               Dm 
Everyone, love yourself to death
                                     Dm                               Am 
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                                 G                                             Dm 
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
                               Dm                               Am 
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                                             G                                         Dm 
You'll never know the top till you get too low
 Dm                 G 
A son of a stepfather
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A son of a
 G 
I'm so sorry
 Dm                 G 
A son of a stepfather
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A son of a
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I'm so sorry
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  life isn't always what you think it'd be
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  turn your head for one second and the tables turn
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  and i know, i know that i did you wrong
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But will you trust me when i say that i'll make it up to you somehow
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somehow
                                     Dm                               Am 
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                                 G                                             Dm 
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
                               Dm                               Am 
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                                             G                                         Dm 
You'll never know the top till you get too low
 Dm                 G 
A son of a stepfather
 Dm 
A son of a
 G 
I'm so sorry
 Dm                 G 
A son of a stepfather
 Dm 
A son of a
 G 
I'm so sorry
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        i'm so sorry(3x)