Mika - Your sympathy

^ERunning out of ^C#mbreath chasing down the big ^G#mparade, oh, ^Boh ^ERising up my hand thought I'd ^C#mbeg the marching band to play^G#m, for me^{B A}All of these illusions they ^G#really mean the world to ^C#mme, ^Ame

^EDon't make me ^G#out to be this ^C#helpless child of ^F#mmisery, ^AmMaybe love is ^Ewhat I ^F#need but ^F#mnot your s^Amympathy^{E F#m}

^EIn and out of ^C#mspace I'm always somewhere in be^G#mtween, oh, ^Boh ^EI try to make commands but instead I make a ^C#mmess of things^G#m, for me^{B A}I try to paint by numbers but ^G#nothing's black and white for ^C#mme ^A

^EDon't make me ^G#out to be this ^C#helpless child of ^F#mmisery, ^AmMaybe love is ^Ewhat I ^F#need but ^F#mnot your s^Amympathy^{E F#m}

^ANothing and no one can make^E your^B lies the truth^{C#m A}and no one can ^Estand in^F#side your^B shoes, but yo^Eu

^EDon't make me ^G#out to be this ^C#helpless child of ^F#mmisery, ^AmMaybe love is ^Ewhat I ^F#need but ^F#mnot your s^Amympathy^{E F#m} but ^F#mnot your s^Amympathy^{E F#m}