Sick Of Drugs taby ukulele według Wildhearts (Chwyty barytonu)

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waking up with an 8.2
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when it seemed like the easiest thing to do
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when someone said "here's one for you!"
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mouth's so dried and I just spit ash
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in a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash
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but it's all right it was just bad stash 
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"jump inside" he said, [I tried/I'll try], "I never met a junkie that I 
   B Bb           A
didn't like" said he
A               E
and who am I to disagree? 



CHORUS:

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(oh,) how can you stay when you're 60 million miles away?
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how can you fly when you're (home) free?
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and(/oh) how can you feel when your mind's made up like a will of steel?
D           A            E
how can you deal in your tree? 
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sick of ec-sta-sy 



A                         E
kicked in bad and you got too low
E                       A
to be down in a company you don't know
      A7               D                  A        E
said 'come on in got a right good blow'
A                        E
yeah, talking, talking the whole world's clear
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until a guy with a goatee got a touch of fear
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which went round the room like diahorea 
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bored with this, I'm bored with that
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I'm stuck in bed alone with a-you know what
A                             E
no rest, with a heart beating outta your chest 

CHORUS 
sick of LSD


CHORUS (x2) 
sick of drugs are we