G 355433Am 577555 Em 022xxx C 332xxx D 554xxx [Verse 1]G Am Em C D G I want something always, more or less than what I haveAm Em C D C Could be nothing, but I'll go in luck to be had [Chorus]G You couldn't make it upD C Least I don't think so, as you're coming onG D And I'm backing up, feeling low [Verse 2]Am Em C D Am All my wretched little recipes are the sameEm C D C Had one cuppa from you, and you'll know me by name [Chorus]G You couldn't make it upD C Least I don't think so as you're coming onG D And I'm backing up, feeling low [Verse 3]Am Em C D Am Just last Tuesday morning I recalled you at onceEm C D C Your eyes shifting right on past my dorm, fucking up [Chorus]G You couldn't make it upD C Least I don't think so as you're coming onG D And I'm backing up, feeling low
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