Chords for Chances

Chances are, _ _ silly Kryn, the moment you come into [Dm] view. _ _
[Cm] Chances are you think [G] that I'm_ _
_ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] I hear [Eb] this.
Let me see.
[Cm] I'm just gonna go down for [F] a minute.
_ [Bb] I know.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
[Gm] _ [C] We do this over [Dm] and over and over [Bb] and over again. _ _ _
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_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [F] _ _ [Bb] I'm just gonna let me go.
If I get there, might as well get a bun in the oven there.
[Gm] _ [C] Lonely South, it's not like [F] this planet's overcrowded.
Or [Bb] that people should adopt more unproctery creations.
Should've stopped for a second.
We got babies having babies for their soft balls.
_ [Gm] What [Cm] we doing?
Reacting as [F] we should.
Are we being proper [Bb] humans?
Love the most powerful energy that [Eb] exists.
How come it only lasts [Bb] a bit and then afterwards feels like shit?
We should sit there [Gm] and tell ourselves,
Nope, never [Cm] again.
Love's not for [F] me.
I'm going celibate, [Bb] friends.
And all it bloody takes is a half-decent conversation.
When the opposite sex and you're back on the act of mating.
Never forsaken.
[Gm] Always the top of [C] contemplation.
But who can blame [F] us?
The whole globe runs upon [Bb] the occasion.
Sex sells, so why are we not all millionaires?
I mean, [Eb] someone's making money, but no one seems [Bb] to care.
Three quarters still [Gm] asleep, living life within [C] a dream.
They're working hard for 50 [F] weeks and spending two to think [Bb] of peace.
We're all trapped up in this circle of love.
Once found, it's then [Eb] lost.
Cause one thought it wasn't enough.
Chances are [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] when she's coming [Bm] to you.
_ [Cm] Chances [G] are _ _
_ [F] _ [A] she's with _ _ you.
[Fm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Gm] This is who we're just meant [C] to be.
Vicious [F] circle of wishful purpose, [Bb] stellar gene.
And eventually we come to the concluded record piece [Gm] that
Love is more about pain than [Bb] it seems.
_ [Gm] It's crazy how [Cm] we do it.
I mean, love [F] is all there really is about [Bb] us.
We love each other, spiritually, consciously coexist.
But that same love of egos left aside is where it is.
So the [Gm] question is, can we truly [Cm] love?
Will our love erotic [F] leave at the end of us soon [Bb] enough?
True love does exist.
I believe it's in my gut.
It just [C] takes two souls to make this, to take it through [Bb] the rock.
But fuck, [Gm] I mean, easier said [Cm] than done.
[F] Paranoia's a bitch and jealousy's [Bb] a cunt.
And how we think we're ready to show love with someone [C] else
when we can't even love this planet, let alone [Bb] ourselves.
It's like we [Gm] should take our hearts and put it on [Cm] a shelf
and just leave that [F] there for you and nobody [Bb] else.
But of course the opposite sex can love each other.
We got [Eb] fathers, brothers, sons, daughters, sisters and mothers.
Husbands [Cm] and wives, well that's normally theirs in trouble.
Sweet honeymoon [F] period and then goes [Bb] your bubble.
You can't stay together and in love just like some do.
But ask those that aren't, they won't tell you it's a struggle.
So [Gm] are we all destined for cursed [Cm] marriage?
Or is it [F] that nothing comes easy that's worth [Bb] having?
It's up to you if you're in love and want [Eb] to found it.
You can feed it from your soul or let your ego [Bb] drown it.
I stand astound.
[Gm] Have I clucked it here and [C] it's right?
Love's only [F] relevant to an actual period [Bb] of time.
I sit back and smile through my crooked teeth.
I'm done looking for love.
I'ma let love come look [Eb] for me.
Chances are _ _ [C] _
_ _ you're made.
Love [B] when she comes to you.
_ _ [C] _ Chances are you're _
_ [F] _ [C] with you. _ _ _
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