Mawce taby ukulele według Everybody's Worried About Owen

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C                      G
Everything's coming up roses
Am                       F
Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end
    C                                 G
I'm searching for the problem and I'm looking for a positive
Am               F
Maybe I'll see a few old friends

     C                   G                                Am
With more faith in God I would tell you that this was the rapture
               F
And we've been left behind
    C             G                 Am            F
Oh, why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?

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        C                             G
So I'll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious
     Am                      F
Like Mawce spelled with a 'c'
         C                          G                       Am
And I'll hope all the cool kids who graduated but stay judgemental
              F
Will finally accept me

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      C               G               Am            F
And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
       C            G                  Am           F
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
        C         
And I'm desperate to the point of flying
G                              Am                    F
Straight into the overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn
    C
I'm leaving
    G              Am     F
I'm leaving for New York

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C                         G
Step off the plane, hop into the Sedan
    Am
I return to the house
      F
Not a kid, not a man
           C*                        G*
Screaming, "Everyone hear it for the eight-four five"
      Am                        F
Where complacency rules and the kids only die
        C                            G
If they stray from the mark, if they keep themselves clean
         Am
And they tore down the park
        F
Now I'm stuck in my dreams

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      C               G               Am            F
And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
       C            G                  Am           F
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
        C
And I'm desperate to the point of flying
G                              Am                    F
Straight into the overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn

    C
I'm leaving
    G              Am     F
I'm leaving for New York

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    Am                  F         Am               F
And orange and yellow armada of delivery trucks is all I can see
         Am             F         Am                A*                   F*
From the window of this uber, I'm reminded that the world won't stop for me
    F
But no one ever really stops to think

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  C*              G*              Am*           F*
I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
       C*           G*                 Am           F
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
        C           
And I'm desperate to the point of flying
G                              Am                    F
Straight into the overdrinking nights that leave you feeling torn

    C
I'm leaving
    G
I'm leaving
    Am              F
I'm leaving for New York
    A               F
I'm leaving for New York
    Am              F*
I'm leaving for New York

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