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Tabbed by Rick Steele C#m You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life Bm cos it's the one we'll never know C#m And quit running for the runaway bus Bm 'cos those rosey days are few D C#m And stop apologising for the things you've never done E 'cos life is short and time is cruel, but it's up to us to change N.C A This town called malice. C#m Bm Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard C#m Bm And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts D C#m Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry E It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious N.C A In a town called malice. (Crowd sing Ba ba ba ba ba while he plays C#m Bm C#m Bm) D C#m Struggle after struggle, year after year E The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead N.C A In a town called malice. C#m Bm The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track C#m Bm It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round D C#m Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze E I could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back here N.c A In this town called malice. A Yeah yeah yeah A This town called malice. A Woah Oh yeah A
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