The Feeling - Blue piccadilly

She g^C7ave her heart for a wea^Flthy man A hea^A#7lthy child and a healt^D#hy tan He ga^C7ve it all for a p^Fretty face A swee^A#t smile but a ^D#bitter taste ^A#They gave it all ^FYes they gave it all He^G#r thoughts were big but their fe^D#elings small

^C7I put the d^Fog out for yo^A#7u ^{D# C7}Travelled bene^Fathwards for ^A#7you ^D# D^C7own where it's ^Frumbling ^F7Suburbs left cru^Gm7mbling ^C7Here's where the f^Fun begins, it's t^A#7rue ^D# But ^DI ne^Gver knew an^Gmyone ma^Fke me run but ^Dmyou d^Go

And that's when the b^Flue Piccadi^Dmlly T^Dm7akes m^De a^Fwa^Gy from the ci^Cty M^Emayb^Fe s^Gomed^Amay y^Eou'll forg^Cive me Twelve stops and ho^Gme ^{F G}

Y^Cou journeyed ^Amdownwards for ^A#7me ^D# There ai^C7n't much left d^Fown here to s^A#7ee ^D# Yo^C7u're just too c^Fool for me You m^A#7ade quite a fo^Gol of me You br^Cought out the sc^Fhool in me, in^A# me ^{D# D}But I nev^Bmer knew an^A#yone tou^Amgher than y^Dmou ^G

And that's when the b^Flue Piccad^Dmilly Ta^Dm7kes m^De a^Fway^G from the c^City ^EmMayb^Fe s^Gom^Ameday yo^Eu'll for^Cgive me Twelve stops and h^Gome

Y^Dmeah And ^Gbab^Ay ^BI thi^Fnk th^Emat I lo^Dmve ya An^Ad th^Bere's^C a s^Ghort si^Fgn abo^Emve ya Cause ai^Emn't i^Ft a^G sha^Amme The^Ere's ano^Cther I th^F#ink I^G'll ^Amgo ho^Dme

(Why are you h^Cere again) Twelve stops and h^Dome (Th^Gere is no b^Fetter friend) Twelve stops and h^Gome (Look at the ti^Fme we spent) Twe^Glve stops and h^Dome (Wh^Gen will it ever e^Fnd) Twelve st^Fops and h^Gome ^Dm

^G(La^Am la ^Bla^F laaa, ^Emlaaaa,^Dm la la la) ^Dm(La ^Emla l^Fa l^Gaaa, l^Faaa, la^E la la) Y^Emou ta^Fke m^Ge do^Amwn, do^Ewn, do^Cwn Y^Dou take me d^Gown

^G(La^Am la ^Bla^F laaa, ^Emlaaaa,^Dm la la la) ^Dm(La ^Emla l^Fa l^Gaaa, l^Faaa, la^E la la)