Graham Coxon - Theres something in the way that you cry

^BmWhen you use your po^Gwers ^DMakes me feel sick i^Anside ^Bm'Cause when you smoke your c^Gigarettes

^DI feel myself inc^Alined So it's like ha^Gnging wi^Ath the m^Bmoon Or lear^Gning i^An the t^Dune

^BmUp again too ear^Gly ^DLong night ah^Aead ^BmBrings around your e^Gyes and ^DVoices in your h^Aead I k^Gnow there's som^Aething wr^Bmong T^Ghat you're not let^Ating o^Dn

^GThere's something in the ^Away that you ^Bmcry ^GThat makes^A me die ins^Bmide T^Ghere's something in the^A way that you^Bm cry ^GThat makes me ^Arealise^Bm That the ^Asun's no longer ^Emshining I^Gt's the middle of the nigh^Dt

Som^Bmetimes in the m^Gorning ^DYou like to have me ^Anear ^BmI see you grown up fo^Grming ^DA child di^Asappeared ^GIt's beau^Atiful to s^Bmee ^GBut I know, you ^Awon't a^Dgree

^GThere's somet^Ahing in the wa^Bmy that you cry ^GThat makes me ^Adie i^Bmnside ^GThere's something ^Ain the ^Bmway that you cry ^GThat makes me ^Areal^Bmise ^AThat the sun's no longer s^Emhining ^GIt's the middle of the ^Dnight