Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse 1: Gm Cm I've tried to give this city, a kiss on the lips Bb F but I cover my black eye yes I head for my shift Gm Cm I've made my way down fumed by stories and myths Bb F stars in my eyes into reality hits Gm Cm That being a romantic makes you poorly equipped Bb F I make payments with body and soul Gm Cm I thought I'd find glory, I thought I'd be rich Bb F but I only dug myself down a hole
Chorus: Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F Put my feet up and, get to breathe again Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F Put my feet up and, get to breathe again Verse 2: Gm Cm You'll get used to the cold, and (extortion prices) Bb F you beat youself up and falls victim to vices Gm Cm I guess the options in (vibes) are enticing Bb F trying to work your way up from an ant to a titan Gm Cm I promise myself, I'll be gone in a year Bb F or five, or ten, who knows at this rate Gm Cm I'm trying to build this ship, I don't even come in fear Bb F and I hope I see shore before the (...) bay. Chorus: Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F Put my feet up and, get to breathe again Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F Put my feet up and, get to breathe again Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed Cm Bb Going home, going home Gm F Put my feet up and, get to breathe again
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