Sticky Fingers - Something strange

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Yes, ^Emit’s strange and I’m coming ‘cause I love your way Broke^Bm up the party so you’d turn me something strange Load ^F#mme up and choke 'Caus^A6e I’m low, low, low, yeah

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Ye^Ems, it’s strange and I’m coming ‘cause I love your way Br^Bmoke up the party so you’d turn me something strange Lo^F#mad me up and choke 'C^A6ause I’m low, low, low, yeah St^Emrange, yes, I’m coming but I lost my way Wo^Bmke up beside you and I turn the other way Lo^F#mad me up and choke 'Ca^A6use I’m low, low, low, yeah

I^Emt’s the perfect day to throw it all ^F#maway I^Emt’s the perfect day to throw it all ^F#maway I^Emt’s the perfect day to throw it all^F#m away I^Emt’s the perfect day to throw it all^F#m away I^Emt’s the perfect day to throw it all ^F#maway I^Emt’s the perfect day to throw it all^F#m away I^Emt’s the perfect day to throw it all ^F#maway L^Emow, low, low, low ^A6