Chords for Richard Clapton - Trust Somebody

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[Am] Light in [Em] the city is a [Am] coldness, everybody [Em] _ wear the true [Am] faith [C] mask.
Trade virtues in open discourse, that's why they can't [F] keep you [C] in the earth.
A [G] baby money is a [Am] beast to an end, [Em] but all that [Am] money can't buy [C] a good friend.
Caught in the tangle of your [F] own [C] self-help, ain't nobody [F] gonna [C] find you [F] an alias.
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_ _ [Bb] _ [F] All I have to tell _ somebody, [Bb] [F] let me go fly under the broken [Dm] wing.
All you gotta do is call on me, _ or we all gonna be the best of [C] friends.
[Dm] The [Bb] only way you're ever gonna work me is now, just turn [C] away from the fears and fear.
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[A] _ [G] [Am] The helpless [G] has a [Am] red fruit tee, [Em] there's [Am] so many [G] things you just [Am] can't see.
[C] Can't read emotion on [F] an [C] eye for years, you're gonna find that the [Am] joke's on you.
The gold diggers [G] have a [Am] midnight mess, [Em] the bellies so cold in the [C] cold park. _
All of us strangers in [F] the [C] twilight zone, got no direction [F] and we can't [C] find both [F] homes.
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_ _ [Bb] _ [F] All I have to tell somebody, [Bb] _ [F] let me go fly under the broken wing.
All you [Dm] gotta do is call on me, or we all gonna be the best of [C] friends.
[Dm] All I have [F] to tell somebody, _ let me go fly under the broken wing.
[Bb] [F] All [Dm] you gotta do is call on me, _ or we all gonna be the best of [C] [Dm] friends.
The only [Bb] way you're ever gonna work me is now, just turn [C] away from the fears and fear.
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The helpless has a red fruit tee, there's so many things you just can't see.
Can't read emotion on an eye for years, you're gonna find that the [F] joke's on you.
[Bb] _ [F] The gold diggers have a midnight mess, the bellies so cold in the cold _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ park.
_ _ All we are gonna be the best of [C] friends.
[F] The only [Bb] way you're ever gonna work me is now, just turn [Fm] away from the fears and [C] fear.
_ _ _ _ All I [F] have to tell somebody, _ let me go fly under the broken wing.
All you gotta do is call on me, _ [E] [Dm] or we all gonna be the best of friends.
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