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+ (F4)- (F2)[Intro] D#5 C#5 Bb5
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About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
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No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read (no time)
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Get mine and make no excuses Waste of precious breath (no time)
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The sun shines on everyone Everyone, love yourself to death
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So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
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You'll never be loved till you've made your own
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You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
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You'll never know the top till you get too low
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A son of a stepfather
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A son of a
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I'm so sorry
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A son of a stepfather
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A son of a
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I'm so sorry
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No lies and no deceiving Man is what he loves
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I keep tryin' conceive That death is from above (no time)
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I get mine and make no excuses Waste of precious breath (no time)
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The sun shines on everyone Everyone, love yourself to death
D#m C#5 Bb5
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
D#m C#5 Bb5
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
D#m C#5 Bb5
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
D#m C#5 Bb5
You'll never know the top till you get too low
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a stepfather
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a
D#m C#5 Bb5
I'm so sorry
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a stepfather
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a
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I'm so sorry
B C#
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
B C#
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
B C#
And i know, i know that i did you wrong
B C# B
But will you trust me when i say that i'll make it up to you somehow
C#
Somehow
D#m C#5 Bb5
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
D#m C#5 Bb5
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
D#m C#5 Bb5
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
D#m C#5 Bb5
You'll never know the top till you get too low
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a stepfather
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a
D#m C#5 Bb5
I'm so sorry
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a stepfather
D#m C#5 Bb5
A son of a
D#m C#5 Bb5
I'm so sorry
D#m C#5 Bb5
I'm so sorry
D#m C#5 Bb5
I'm so sorry
D#m C#5 Bb5
I'm so sorry
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