G# 466000 B x24400B2 799800 [Intro]E F# E F# [Verse 1]E C# B D2 when the world, it shows me upE C# B D2 my clothes, they show me upE I never knew this beforeC# B my finest hour that I've ever knownE C# B D2 was finding a pound on the Underground [Instrumental]E F# E F# [Verse 2]E C# B D2 when my words came stumbling outE C# B D2 and then I went tumbling outE I never believed beforeC# B and the finest hour that I've ever knownE C# B D was finding a pound on the Underground [Chorus]E A C# B2 and I keep hoping you are the same as meE A C# B2 and I'll send you letters and come to your house for teaE A C# B2 we are who we are, what do the others knowE A C# B2 D but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go home [Instrumental]E F# E F# G# A [Verse 3]E C# B D when the words came stumbling out of my mouthE C# D2 and I went tumbling out [here, no no, no no] [Chorus]E A C# B2 and I keep hoping you are the same as meE A C# B2 and I'll send you letters and come to your house for teaE A C# B2 we are who we are, what do the others knowE A C# B2 D but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go Oh Im going home [Chorus]E A C# B2 but I keep hoping you are the only oneE A C# B2 yes and I'll send you letters and wouldnt it be such funE A C# B2 we are who we are, whatever the others sayE A C# B2 D but poetry is not for me, as much as I'd like to stay Oh I just want to go home [Instrumental]E F# E F# G# A [Outro]B A G# A you're, you're, you're too youngB A G# A (should've been), you, you're, you're too youngB A G# A (it should've been), you too, you're too, you're too youngB A G# A (it should've been), you, you, you're too youngB (you should've been, safer, saner)B (bribed the judge and then) sat downG# A B C# E ooh, you're, you're, you're too young
My Finest Hour
The Sundays
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