Cold Fame taby ukulele według Band Of Skulls

G
What's the point of fame if it's been abused?
G
What's a kid like me even got to lose?
D
Here I am on your bed again.
D
It's too big for the room it's in.

G
Watch your face and laugh just a little bit,
G
everybody knows that you're good at it,
D
but nothin' hurts like an answered phone,
D
drinkin' some, wakin' up alone.

G
Maybe if I try just a little more,
G
I can take myself from this dirty floor
D
and walk through buildings of elegance
D
just like you are intelligent.

G
But still I fall from grace with this microphone.
G
How'd you find yourself if you never roam?
D
Certainly, I'm indebted baby.
D
Certainly, certainly, yeah.

A         G                       D
I know my place but it don't know me.
A         G                       D
I know my place but it don't know me.

G
No one wants to hear that you're breakin' up.
G
It wasn't long ago we said, "Start me up."
D
Now all your dreamin' will have to wait.
D
While you discern, you'll anticipate.

G
Play your 45 records late at night,
G
open all the windows, turn out the light.
D
Mysterious creatures will fill the room;
D
a midnight show just put on for you.

G
But still I fall from grace with this microphone
G
How'd you find yourself if you never roam?
D
Certainly, I'm indebted baby.
D
Certainly, certainly, yeah.

A         G                       D
I know my place but it don't know me.
A         G                       D
I know my place but it don't know me.

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D
Cold fame in my brain, but                    )
G                                             ) x10
it's okay 'cause I know it's the best for me. )

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