D A7 D A7
Strange things happening round the corner
D A7 G
But their aim is unclear.
D A7 D A7
And I know that I felt much warmer,
D A7 G D A7
But that was last year.
And I remember visions of Joanna in the heat of summer Rome.
D A7 D A7
But there's a year of thunder, a year of ice
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Years of blunders and years of vice.
Then there was that g1rt from Vauxhall
C D
And now I find its not the same in here,
C D
Why am I lying on the floor?
C D
You know somebody went insane in here,
C D
And now they're knocking on my door.
(I'm feeling alright