Just Like Me

             C                                                Am                              G
I heard your ma cried louder than a church bell when all the new flames got doused by stormy seas.
            C                                         Am            G             C
I spent my time pining for a love song. Well I’ll be home (ho-ome) home in time tonight.

C Am

             C
I think the sad thing is you’ll leave without a fanfare.
                 Am                                     G
You’ll hit the road pal, leave your footprints in the dust.
                 C
You’re a mental gymnast, hittin' flips right over your nightmares.
           Am             G             C
I wont be home (ho-ome) home in time tonight.

       C                     Am                 F                        G               C       (G)
Well, I’ve had my highs and lows. I’ve been pretentious and I’ve been a selfish fool, I know.
           C                          Am                              F
I hope you reap all the seeds you’ve sown. 'Cause your so fuckin' friendly,
                     G              C       (G)
and it’s so fuckin easy to feel at home.
            C                               G                            Am             F
You think you’re clever and classless and free, you’re just a fuckin scumbag just like me.
                C                           G              Am                              F
And if you’re building your house on the shore, don’t be surprised when the waves at your door.
                    C                    G                           Am                     F
I’ve a pain in me hoop with you round these days. I’m so sick and tired of playing these games.
                C                     G                 C
We're all just dead, we're all just fucked, go back to sleep.

             C
I know it's funny when a dream knocks on your window.
                        Am                                G
And although it’s not yours, you're obliged to hold its seams.
               C
And all you want, is to be singing the songs of your hometown.
                         Am             G               C    (G)
That dream can fuck off home (ho-ome) home in time tonight.

       C                     Am                 F                        G               C      (G)
Well, I’ve had my highs and lows. I’ve been pretentious and I’ve been a selfish fool, I know.
           C                          Am                              F
I hope you reap all the seeds you’ve sown. 'Cause your so fuckin' friendly,
                     G              C       (G)
and it’s so fuckin easy to feel at home.
            C                               G                            Am             F
You think you’re clever and classless and free, you’re just a fuckin scumbag just like me.
                C                           G              Am                              F
And if you’re building your house on the shore, don’t be surprised when the waves at your door.
                    C                    G                           Am                     F
I’ve a pain in me hoop with you round these days. I’m so sick and tired of playing these games.
                C                     G                 C
We're all just dead, we're all just fucked, go back to sleep.

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