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Intro: F#m A E D F#m A E D PART I F#m Is it greener where you are now? A Do you need it to be green? E I could take over your garden D I just need to be seen F#m Is it beautiful, your garden? A Are there flowers where you stand? E Do you need them to be hidden? D I can give you a hand
F#m A Could I stay one more night E D Until I go home F#m A It’s just one more night E I swear I’ll be gone after that D Till you come crawling back to me next N.C. PART II Intro: William Crooks: (Shit) Dmaj7 (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m (Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself) Dmaj7 (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m (But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells ) Dmaj7 (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m (Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself) Dmaj7 (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m (But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells ) Verse 1: Left at London: Dmaj7 F#m Now I’ve been in therapy half my life and I feel the same I feel insane, daily Dmaj7 F#m And I would do whatever just to get me through Dmaj7 And it doesn’t really work like that But it helps F#m If you wanted dishonesty You better see someone else Dmaj7 Believe me, I get it I’ve been struggling too F#m Not the greatest way to heal But it’s something to do until Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks: Dmaj7 I’m put aside (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh (Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself) Dmaj7 I’m terrified (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh (But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells ) Dmaj7 I’m put aside (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh (Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself) Dmaj7 I’m terrified (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh (But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells ) Interlude: William Crooks: Dmaj7 (Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back) F#m (Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back) Dmaj7 (Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back) F#m (Grew it from the ground so hell yeah you know I’m smoking that) Verse 2: Left at London: Dmaj7 My friends are addicts F#m Some are still, but some got sober Dmaj7 And I wanna say I’m jealous F#m But it’s been three days without And now I’m over it Dmaj7 I was so sure that F#m I’d be cured as I got older Dmaj7 But it’s been three hundred years F#m And I still feel bitter, scared And inconsiderate Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks: Dmaj7 I’m put aside (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh (Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself) Dmaj7 I’m terrified (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh (But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells ) Dmaj7 I’m put aside (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh (Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself) Dmaj7 I’m terrified (Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself) F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh (But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells ) Outro: William Crooks: Dmaj7 F#m (Shit, they never ask how the fuck he is, you know? Shit) Dmaj7 F#m Dmaj7 F#m Dmaj7 F#m
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