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^EHere is a ^E7song from the w^Crong side of town Where Im bo^Eund to the gr^E7ound by the lo^Cneliest sound That p^Eounds from w^E7ithin and is p^Cinning me down

^EHere is a ^E7page from the ^Cemptiest stage A ca^Ege or the h^E7eaviest c^Cross ever made A g^Eauge of the ^E7deadliest t^Crap ever laid

And I t^Amhank you for br^C#minging me here For ^F#mshowing me home, For ^C#msinging these tears, Fin^Aally ^A#dimIve found that ^AmI bel^Eong he^E7re ^C

The h^Eeat and the s^E7ickliest s^Cweet smelling sheets That c^Eling to the b^E7acks of my k^Cnees and my feet, Well Im d^Erowning in ^E7time to a d^Cesperate beat

And I t^Amhank you for br^C#minging me here For ^F#mshowing me home, For ^C#msinging these tears, Fin^Aally ^A#dimIve found that^Am I be^F#mlong

^F#mFeels like hom^De ^C#7I should have k^Dnown ^F#m7b5From my first br^Eeath ^{E7 C}

G^Eod send the ^E7only true f^Criend I call mine P^Eretend that ^E7Ill make a^Cmends the next time B^Eefriend the ^E7glorious ^Cend of the line

And I t^Amhank you for br^C#minging me here For ^F#mshowing me home, For ^C#msinging these tears, Fin^Aally ^A#dimIve found that ^AmI bel^Eong he^E7re ^C