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Tom: F

F
Cotton candy and a rotten mouth
You know you're so fucked up
                                         Bb
You know I couldn't help but have it for you
F
And everybody knows the way I walk
And knows the way I talk
                               Bb
And knows the way I feel about you
                      G
It's all a bunch of shit
                                  Bb
And there's nothing to do around here
                 G
It's totally fucked up
               Bb   C
I'm totally fucked up
                F
Wish you were here
And streets that only turn to boulevards
And houses with back yards
                                  Bb
and it's raining like hell on the cars
F
And everybody knows the way I walk
And knows the way I talk
                           Bb
Knows the way I feel about you
                     G
It's all a bunch of shit
                                 Bb
And there's nothing to do around here
                G
It's totally fucked
               Bb    C
I'm totally fucked
               F
Wish you were here    
Am                      F
And if I could have my way
                 G
We'd take some drugs
           C   Bb   F
And we'd smile
         C   Bb   F
We'd smile
         C   Bb   F
We'd smile
           G       Bb      C
But not tonight, my dear
F
Wish you were here
                C   Bb   F
Wish you were here
                C   Bb   F
Wish you were here
                C   Bb   F 
Wish you were here
 
termina em C