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Tabbed: Tom McKibbin (whitestrokes@hotmail.com)
Great song. Try it on the piano.
Intro/Chorus:
D A Em (high) G
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Verse
D
when you're on your own
A D
you walk in the rain
G A
you walk around the house
D F#
and then walk around it again
Bm G
you pretend you're happy
D A
that you've got it all
G
but don't be upset
A G
if you fall on your knees
(keep strumming G)
and beg like a dog!
Chorus
D A Em(high)
I've reached a low, don't you know
G
You're the apple of my eye
D A Em
I'm running low, with this show
G
No matter how I try
D A Em
I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks
G
You're the apple of my eye
Rest of words
I drink a lot of wine
When I am alone
I lose my track of time
My ideas turn to stone
I pretend I'm sad
That I'm still so small
But I'm not upset If
I fall on my knees
And beg like a dog
I've reached a low, don't you know
You're the apple of my eye
I'm running low, with this show
No matter how I try
I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks
You're the apple of my eye
I've reached a low, don't you know
You're the apple of my eye
I'm running low, with this show
No matter how I try
I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks
You're the apple of my eye
any queries e-mail me at whitestrokes@hotmail.com
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