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Tom: D

D           Dbm7
Oh, to get ahead in this world
        Bm7
Takes a lot of kind words
    E
And ruthless damning actions

      D            Dbm7
And I hope I never have to hurt you
         Bm7               E
Though I gladly will do my friend


Chorus
            Bm7            E
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
        F#m          A
Sipping lazy cups of tea, I won't be
Bm7            E
Brooding in my bedroom with the
F#m
Shutters down on me
         Bm7             E
And this song is not cathartic
        F#m               A
Because I've done nothing wrong
            Bm7  E            F#m
It's just a song, it's just a song


Verse 2

D               Dbm7
Ah, you see the more you're trying
           Bm7
The more I know you're lying
    E
The more I start to hate the sight of

D                            Dbm7
you-oo-oo-oo-oo Well tell me what would you do?

Bm7                                 E
Pulled by both arms, nearly torn in two


Chorus 

            Bm7            E
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
        F#m          A
Sipping lazy cups of tea, I won't be
Bm7          E
Crying in my bedroom with the
F#m
Covers over me

         Bm7             E
And this song is not cathartic
        F#m               A
Because I've done nothing wrong
            Bm7  E            F#m
It's just a song, it's just a song


Chorus 

            Bm7            E
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
        F#m          A
Sipping lazy cups of tea, I won't be

Bm7            E
Brooding in my bedroom with the
F#m
Shutters down on me
         Bm7             E
And this song is not cathartic
        F#m               A
Because I've done nothing wrong
            Bm7  E            F#m
It's just a song, it's just a song

            Bm7  E            F#m
It's just a song, it's just a song