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Capo: 1 Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] A D E A D E A D E A D E [Verse 1]
E I used to think that my Abones were rDotting E You like to think that AI’ve forgDotten yoAu But it’s nDot the tAruth, no nDot at aEll
E Like a grave that AI will lDie in, E This little house that I tAhought I’d Ddie in oAld But gDrowing Aold is nDothing Enew
[Chorus]
And it’s the Asame, it’s the sDameE towAn From the sDky down Eto the F#mground It will nDever eEver, eDver chEange atA all
[Interlude] A D E A D E A D E A D E [Verse 2]
E Down at the bar, it’s the Asame old Dfaces, E We walk around to the Asame old pDlaces AI, need sDomething Aelse, or sDomething Enew
E There’s something wrong in my Ahead I am sDpinning E I never get out of Abed and I’m sDitting Aon D100 soAngs, I wDrote for Eyou
[Chorus]
But it’s the Asame, it’s the sDameE toAwn Every aDddress, Eevery sF#mound It will nDever Eever, eDver cEhange at Aall
[Interlude] A D E A D E [Chorus]
Yeah it’s the Asame, it's the DsameE tAown From the Dsky down Eto the gF#mround It will Dnever Eever, Dever cEhange at Aall
[Outro] A D E A D E A D E A D E A