City Looks Pretty

A
  The city looks pretty when you been indoors
                                             D
For 23 days I’ve ignored all your phone calls
    A
And everyone’s waiting when you get back home
                                                D
They don’t know where you been, why you gone so long
A
Friends treat you like a stranger and
                                                   D
Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well
A
  Spare a thought for the ones that came before
                                              D
All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal
C         D     A
Sometimes I get sad
C        D        A
It’s not all that bad
C        D     A
One day, maybe never
     C    G A
I’ll come around
    A
The city takes pity on your injured soul
                                                   D
And heavenly prose ain’t enough good to fill that hole
A
Everyone’s soaked in animosity
                                                D
It’s vicious in winter, you never say what you mean
A
Friends treat you like a stranger and
                                                   D
Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well
A
  Wakin’ up to another dismal day
                                    D
You got a ways to go, you oughta be grateful
C         D     A
Sometimes I get mad
C        D       A
It’s not half as bad
C        D      A
Pull yourself together
    C    D    A
And just calm down
( D  A  D )
A                                 D
I’ll be what you want oh when you want it
A                          D
But I’ll never be what you need
A                              D
And the city looks pretty from where I’m standing
( A  E  A )

A  G  F#m  D
        A  G  F#m  D
        A  G  F#m  D
        A  G  F#m  D
        D  C#m  Bm  A

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