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Intro: G   F#m   G   F#m

Bm   F#m   G   D

Bm   F#m   G   A

              Bm       F#m     G    
Well you're wrapped up in a blanket
              G            D
and you're staring at the floor;
            Bm     F#m   G  
the conversation's moderated
         G             A
by the noisy streets below.
   Bm         F#m       G     
I never wanna hurt you baby,
            G                      D
I'm just a mess with a name and a price,
             Bm     F#m          G    
and now I'm drunker than before they,
               G                       A
they told me drinking doesn't make me nice.

 G                         F#m
You never know where some people will go,
      Em                      D
yeah some people been hurtin' me.
         G                     F#m
You can tell by look, by the slightest crook
        Em                      A
in the neck or the blink of an eye.
                 G                       F#m
Well then we'll see what they say and we'll do what they do,
           Em                     D
but that doesn't mean a goddamn thing.
          G                          F#m
You can listen if you want, you can listen if you don't,
              Em                      A
yeah they'll talk, yeah they'll even sing.

               G     F#m  Em  F#m
Everybody now, oh oh  oh  oh   oh
            G                          F#m
They come singing through the window, singing through the trees,
                Em                               F#m
yeah, they're singing through the bright spring leaves.
               G     F#m  Em  F#m 
Everybody now, oh oh  oh  oh  oh
           G                                        F#m
Yeah they love you when they need you, but someday you're gonna need to
           Em                    F#m
find some other kind of place to go, oh.

Now you're standing in the kitchen,
and you're pouring out my drink.
Well there's a very obvious difference,
and it's that one of us can think.
If there's a bump in the road yeah you fix it,
but for me I'll just run off the road.
But tonight you've got me cornered,
and I haven't got a place to go.

You never know where some people will go,
yeah some people been hurtin' me.
You can tell by look, by the slightest crook
in the neck or the blink of an eye.
Well then we'll see what they say and we'll do what they do,
but that doesn't mean a goddamn thing.
You can listen if you want, you can listen if you don't
yeah they'll talk, yeah they'll even sing.

Everybody now, oh oh oh oh oh
They come singing through the window, singing through the trees
yeah they're singing through the bright spring leaves.
Everybody now, oh oh oh oh oh (Sing it loud, sing it loud)
Yeah they love you when they need you, but someday you're gonna need to
find some other kind of place to go, don't you know.
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh