Tom: C
C
G
Here in this town they have all got the blues
Am
F
As the paperboy takes off without any news
C
G
Angels have wings you can feel free to use
Am
F
The corner store drugs you can freely abuse
G
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
F
Baby you're driving me crazy
C
G
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Am
F
Everyone's getting somewhere and you're getting old
C
G
Career opportunities, they all have been sold
Am
F
Along with your body, and most of your soul
G
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
F
Baby you're driving me crazy
G
If I could spare more remorse
From my emptied out pores
F
I would maybe
C
F
Cause the fog's getting thicker
G
C
And the world's spinning fast
C
F
The chaos is building
G
C
It's going to last
C
F
And it's so hard to see
G
Am
And you're so hard to find
C
F
G
C
G
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
C
G
So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
Am
F
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
C
G
Realists are frowning, they think you're obscene
Am
F
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream
G
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
F
Baby you're driving me crazy
G
If I could spare more remorse
From my emptied out pores
F
I would maybe
C
F
Cause the fog's getting thicker
G
C
And the world's spinning fast
C
F
The chaos is building
G
C
It's going to last
C
F
And it's so hard to see
G
Am
And you're so hard to find
C
F
G
C
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
G
And we yell
And we scream
C
F
As the fog's getting thicker
G
C
the world's spinning fast
C
F
The chaos is building
G
C
It's going to last
C
F
And it's so hard to see
G
Am
And you're so hard to find
C
F
G
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
C
F
And the fog's getting thicker
G
C
the world's spinning fast
C
F
The chaos is building
G
C
It's going to last
C
F
And it's so hard to see
G
Am
And you're so hard to find
C
F
G
C
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
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