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Tuning: E A D G B E
I’ve got everything I need right here. My records, my amp, my lava lamp, and my guitar.
It’s my best friend in the wEmorld. She never lets me down. A bit anti-social, aren’t you?
Hey well can you blame me? Have you seen the public lately? What a total shambles
BBlindly amCmaj7bling into oblivion GGrasping at straws with their mFuddy little pBaws EmI prefer it inside my room There’s a safety level to this wBomb Where the meCmaj7lodies serenade me With their harmGony parF#made BAnd the muEsic getsEm me
GMama, can you lend me 15 quid To buyC that guitar in Woolworth’s window? GMama can you lend me’ And she did C*15 quid for this guitar in Woolworth’s window Em
The casual cruelties of man are many
I lD#ook for good but I can’t find Gany Cmaj7I turn to the rhythm, I bow down to the beat C GIt helps me keep the outF#mside world outside on Bthe street It’s Epsychological
It’s pathological
But sing alEsus4ong, come oEn EmLike my mEmusic
GMama, can you lend me 15 quid To buyC that guitar in Woolworth’s window? GMama can you lend me’ And she did C*15 quid for this guitar in Woolworth’s window Em
ELive it AGive Eit ABuild Eit AMy EmusiEm*c