Bide Your Time taby ukulele według The Courteeners (Chwyty barytonu)

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  The temptation is all too great and now it's gone and it's all too late.
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I tried and I tried, I never applied any of the morals that I wish I had.

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D     A     G     A

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  You wait fifty-one weeks through all your hides and all of your seeks.
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When the time finally arrives,   it dawns on me attention derives

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from the girlfriend that you left at home,
A                           A
sitting in your living room all alone.


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  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
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and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, well, they do my head in.
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  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
D                           A                       G
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
G         (A)          G      G         (A)        G
  Are you scared to be proud?   How can that still be?
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Come and sing your   heart out with me.

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D     A     G     A

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  But if you   bide your time and you stand there and you wait in line.
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It won't be long before her sarong is lying on your bathroom floor.


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But what about the   girlfriend that you left at home,
A                          A
sitting in her living room all alone.


D                 A                 D                  A                   D
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                  A                         G                A
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, well, they do my head in.
D                 A                  D                         A
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
D                           A                       G
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
G        (A)          G      G         (A)          G
  How is that still allowed?   Are you scared to be proud?
               A            D
When you're on cloud number   nine.


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D     A     G     A


G         A              A
  And the girlfriend you left at home,
A                           A
sitting in your living room all alone.


D                 A                 D                  A                   D
  You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round   the short-sleeved man
                  A                         G                  A
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud, they fuckin' do my head in.
D                 A                  D                         A
  You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot
D                           A                       G
handle their booze, they're making you scared to be proud.
G         (A)          G      G        (A)          G
  Are you scared to be proud?   How is that still allowed?
               A            D
When you're on cloud number   nine.