Chords for One Day With Ben - Ride On

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_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ It's never a matter of taste.
Sometimes [A] it's a matter of [G] facts.
Everybody's in your bed, gripping [Bm] diplomats.
[A] Sometimes it's a matter of [Em] taste.
Everybody wants a hero, lies a [Bm] big mistake.
[A] Everybody's _ [G] telling you they've been a bully right from [Bm] the start.
It's never [A] easy, baby, but it's [Em] a must.
You gotta find out exactly [Bm] who you can [A]
trust.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] Every [A] day is like a marathon.
[G] Wondering how you [F#] ever got so far from the [Bm] start.
You look [A] around you and everything's [Em] changed.
Everything's [F#] broken, smoking, and [Bm] strange.
She lifts a pistol [A] to your temple and smiles.
Don't worry, [F#] baby, I'll be here a [Bm] while.
Sometimes you wonder [A] if you're in too deep.
[Em] It's all going under, you just gotta [G] keep it [A] going.
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_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ Every day is a matter of taste.
[G] Telling you that you got [F#] too much talent, you [Bm] waste most time.
[A] Without the old stack, [Em] everyone but you knows that [F#] you're on the wrong [Bm] track.
And when you feel like [A] there's no turning back,
[G] your idols are broken, [F#] the marbles are [Bm] slagged.
That's when you gotta push [A] it right to the end,
[Em] without looking back and just [F#] step right off [Bm] the [A] ledge.
_ [F#] _ _ _ [Bm] Every day you've got to [A] run for your life.
[G] Wondering if it's them or you get stuck in the [Bm] knife.
It doesn't [A] matter when you reach the end, so [Em] come have a seat and relax.
_ [A#] _ [Bm] She pistol whips you and tells [A] you you're clever.
Don't worry, [F#] baby, I'll be here [Bm] forever.
And now you [A] realize you're in too deep.
It's all going [F#] under, you just gotta keep it [G]
[A] going.
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Each [Bm] day she glares at me across the [D] morning sky.
[F#m] She's coming from the east to [Bm] kill me, I know it's true.
But she [D] won't tell me why [F#m] she spins around [Bm] me.
Numbered pirouettes [D] until I'm gone.
[F#m] In the meantime, [Bm] I know my only choice [G] is to ride.
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