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Intro C C C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 Verse 1: C In my stupid way Cmaj7 I was too cynical C You went all the way Cmaj7 You had “come on!” your face F And I told you F That I would fall In love with you C Cmaj7 Pre-Chorus F Well we sat now F In the car And it was cold But then you said C Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin’ work C I’m sick of going to fuckin' work Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going (to fuckin' work) Verse 2: C Call me better things Cmaj7 ‘Til I know it’s true C They rub lotion on our face Cmaj7 ‘Til we look good F And I will not go F I’ll close my eyes It’s not my vibe C Cmaj7 Pre-Chorus F But they go now F And I was fucked F I got no sun Despite the heat C Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin' work C I’m sick of going to fuckin' work Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going (to fuckin' work) Outro C C F F C C Fadd9 Fadd9 C C
Verse 1:
Pre-Chorus
C Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin’ work C I’m sick of going to fuckin' work Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going (to fuckin' work)
Verse 2:
C Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin' work C I’m sick of going to fuckin' work Cmaj7 I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going to fuckin' work F I’m sick of going (to fuckin' work)
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