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The Ballad Of Zero And The Tramp

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Well they used to call him Zero cause he never made his mark
                                Bm                                                                            G  
And when he took up with a tramp like her, all the people laughed
D                                                                                         A  
Fate just seemed to find them on a one way losing streak
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Between the two they lived their lives trapped on a dead end street
                  D                                                                         A  
Well a man gets tired of zero and a woman hates that scorn
                  Bm                                                                                                         G  
And if time allowed they'd make those fools wish they were never born
                  Bm                                                              D  
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm                                                                                 D  
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
                             G                                                                 Bm  
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A                                                                            G                                            Bm  
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Well the bank job wasn't easy, no, they'd left a couple dead
                  Bm                                                              D  
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm                                                                                 D  
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
                             G                                                                 Bm  
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A                                                                            G                                            Bm  
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Sometimes the nights get colder and the dreams can chill your bones
                  Bm                                                              D  
Oh how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Bm                                                                                 D  
Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied
                             G                                                                 Bm  
Oh and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
A                                                                            G                                            Bm  
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet