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G#m Em F# C#
G#m
5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
Em
Your life on the streets is done, forget the business
F#
You get what you give, another day another dead one
C#
Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne
G#m
Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out
Em
You ain't Billy the kid, you ain't no ghetto son with clout
F#
No doubt you had it hard, just a shard from the mirror
C#
That went out
B
Yeah we're all very worried about you,
B
Yeah we're all very worried about you,
G#m Em
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
F# C#
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
G#m Em
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
F# C#
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
G#m
You was a little out of line but you acted like you cared
Em
And from now on, your life, and his, forever bare
F#
I'm out on the streets, hearin' bullshit for weeks
C#
I think it's time for you and me to meet
G#m
And if it's all minor scales and the check ain't in the mail
Em
While you feelin' like you failed, wind blowin' past your sail
F#
Nice place to live now son, where you gonna run?
C#
Understand where we comin' from, put down the gun
B
Yeah we're all very worried about you,
B
Yeah we're all very worried about you,
G#m Em
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
F# C#
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
G#m Em
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
F# C#
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
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