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Tom:
A G D D
A G D D It was nothing like that in my day Here in my town
A G D D We didn't get things all our way. Till we were full-grown
F#m D Now they go into pubs.
F#m Em D D D D And you're gonna get mugged In my town
A G D D So you read about it every day In the headlines
A G D D How they take and take and drive away. Sex and late nights
F#m D And it's gotta be wrong.
F# Em A Because they're so young They're only
D G bits of kids They're only
D G bits of kids It's always
Em A D D D D bits of kids today
A G D D She makes the breakfast, one of eight All in one room
A G D D Each uncle's call keeps them up late. Yes, in this town
F#m D And he won't go home
F#m Em A 'cause he'll just be alone till night time They're
D G bits of kids They're only
D G bits of kids It's always
Em A D D D D bits of kids today
Em A Broken cities, 'n' broken homes.
D G Bits of kids who don't grow whole
Em A Broken cities, 'n' broken homes.
D G D D Bits of kids who don't grow whole in my town
A G D D And it seems there’s nothing anyway not here in this town
A G D D Everything is only yesterday and on the way down
F#m D And we’re gonna be wrong
F# Em A So we gotta be strong…………….in our own time we’re
D G bits of kids They're only
D G bits of kids It's always
Em A D D D D bits of kids today
D Bits of kids we’re only [to end]
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