Stand Up Tragedy

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[Verse]
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Pardon me sugar I'm the man underneath your thumb
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But I won't take your violence and I won't chew your bubblegum
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White heat, indiscreet, any day now obsolete
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Though you've seen your best days
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I would still walk down your empty street
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Well you look like salvation but you taste like a refugee
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Well you say you got no soul but you look like you do to me


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If I was the melody you were the symphony
             C                 D
Honey loving you took the very best of me
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I don't need your red wine covered sympathy
             C                 D
Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy

[Break]
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[Verse]
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Well I've been pushing up daisies
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Just to catch a glimpse of something real
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When I see you coming
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I might just as well give up and kneel
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I came saw broke your law
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Any day now I'll withdraw
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I chewed on your intentions just to dislocate my jaw
     C                              D                    G Em X2
Well if you saw me broken won't you put me out my misery
     C                           D                  G Em x2
Well I don't do handsome and you don't do sympathy

[Chorus]
             G
If I was the melody you were the symphony
             C                 D
Honey loving you took the very best of me
                   G
I don't need your red wine covered sympathy
             C                  D
Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy

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Wrong from the get go, let it slide
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Tell them what they don't know
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Sing them praises far and wide
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Eat those peaches, ring them bells
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Mama don't know what she preaches
D
But she sure looks dignified

Well she sure looks dignified

Well she sure looks dignified

[Chorus]
             G
If I was the melody you were the symphony
             C                 D
Honey loving you took the very best of me
   G
I don't need your red wine covered sympathy
             C                  D
Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy

G
Take my hungry guarantee
                 C                  D
I could be your slave if you'd only beg for me
G
I don't need your red wine covered sympathy
             C
Just another punchline in your
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Stand up, sit down, lie back, turn round, play dead for me