Max Jury - Primrose hill

^BbIt's always the ^Cmsame song and ^Gmdance ^EbWith a poor ^Bblittle rich kid ^EbAnd their poor ^Flittle idle hands ^BbPull apart your ^Cmchest; it will bleed you ^Gmdry ^EbJust to see what it ^Bblooks like ^EbWhen somebody else ^Bbcries ^FBut I ^Ebwanted it anyway ^Bb

^Abmaj7All the houses upon ^Ebmaj7Primrose Hill ^BbI walk ^Fby from time to ^Gmtime ^Abmaj7Sunlight blue on those, ^Ebmaj7whipper wheels ^BbIn the ^Fechoes of my ^Bb7mind ^FIn the ^Ebechoes of my ^Bbmind

^BbWas I just your ^Cmexistential ^Gmcrisis? ^EbIn the anorexic ^Bbdays ^EbLoving blindly^{F Bb}Sleep all day ^Cmgo out every ^Gmnight ^EbAs if the city of ^BbLondon ^EbCould get by with^Bbout us ^EbAnd your fair-weather ^Ffriends couldn't find someone ^Ebelse to get loaded up ^Bbwith ^FBut I w^Ebanted it anyw^Bbay

^Abmaj7All the houses upon ^Ebmaj7Primrose Hill ^BbI walk ^Fby from time to ^Gmtime ^Abmaj7Sunlight blue on those, ^Ebmaj7whipper wheels ^BbIn the ^Fechoes of my ^Bb7mind ^FIn the ^Ebechoes of my ^Bbmind

^BbIt's always the ^Cmsame song and ^Gmdance ^EbWith a poor ^Bblittle rich kid ^EbAnd their poor little ^Cmidle hands ^Bb