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Tom: F#m    
                    
           F#m            A
       1. (Hm, uh) Am I fooling you,
                  E                          B
          Do you fall for it all, do you just see right through?
          F#m          A           E      B
          Are you as cool as you believe?
           F#m        A
          Are you playing hard,
          E                                B
          Are you waiting just to quietly clock my card?
          F#m      A                       E      B
          Are you waiting for a moment to leave?
           F#m            A
       2. I don't know how I bent,
          E                          B
          What you said, to what I believe you meant.
          F#m            A           E  B
          I don't know anything at all.
           F#m                  A
          I'm standing in the push and shove
                  E                                       B
          And I'm just within the rescue of the labour of your love,
          F#m          A            E         B
          I can't do anything but fall (fall, fall fall fall)
          D
    Ref:  Why do I feel like I can never find you?
          Bm
          Why do I feel like I'm the only survivor?
          F#m         A           E                            B
          Why am I thinking of, you and me and the labour of love.
           F#m          A
       3. One chance, one shot,
          E                  B
          That's all anybody ever got.
         F#m       A
          Newborn, still warm,
          E                                  B
          Naked in the rush hour, dancing in my gutter.
         F#m                 A
          And if you want to find me,
          E                                                 B
          Call me I'll be far from the cars and guitars and everybody.
          REF
       4.  F#m  A E B     F#m  A E B
         F#m          A
          And I never knew before,
                E                      B
          But I feel like a child in a cold cold war.
       F#m         A
          So strong, so tough,
          E                                  B
          Sitting in suburbia waiting for the wind-up.
          REF