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Intro: G
G D
I painted your house
Em G C
To pretty up the town
G
And I-
D
Know what it's like
Em G C
When we're caught between a crowd
Em Bm G
I know you feel alone
Em G C
Perhaps its time we grow
Em Bm G
Get out on your own
Em G C
To build a better home?
G D
Run, head for the hills
Em G C
And bundle up the kids
G D
We're planning a plot
Em G C
And praying that our luck
G
Gets better
Em Bm G
I'm piling up my plates
Em G C
Counting what I've ate
Em Bm G
Cuz I've got places to go
Em C G
And I need to fit my clothes
G D
I'm grabbing at straws
Em G C
And bringing you along.
G D
Time can't tell its tale
Em G C
And I, only half as well
Em Bm G
As long as I'm this far
Em G C
My face won't play the part
Em Bm G
Or fit in to the mold
Em G C
To do what I've been told
G D
I painted your house
Em G C
To pretty up the town
G D
I try to be good
Em G C
But all I do is wrong
Em Bm G
I know you feel alone
Em G C
Perhaps its time we grow
Em Bm G
And get out on your own
Em G C
Build a better Rome(?)
D
I've been on the road
C
trying to make a start
D
and all my pretty things
C
they just fall apart
D
but now I'm coming home
C
And bringing my guitar
D
I'm..... (?)
C
It's nothing that I want
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