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B E I'm gonna fight them off.
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B Our
E seven nation army couldn't hold me back.
_ They're gonna rip it off.
F# _ _ Taking their time right behind my back.
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E And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget.
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_ _ _ _ Back and forth through my
C mind behind a
E cigarette.
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G _ _ _ And a message coming from my
A eyes says leave it
E alone.
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_ _ _ _ Don't wanna hear about it.
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B Every
E single one's got a story to tell.
_ Everyone knows about it.
_ _ From the Queen of England to the hounds
C of hell.
B And
E if I catch it coming back
C my way I'm
B gonna serve it
Em to you.
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Em And that ain't what you want
C to hear but that's
E what I'll do.
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B Em And
G a feeling coming from my
A bones says find
E a home.
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_ _ _ _ _ going to Wichita.
_ _ Far from this opera _ forevermore.
_ I'm gonna work
C the swamp.
_ _
B Make
E the sweat drip out of
B every
C pore.
B _ And
E I'm bleeding, bleeding,
C bleeding, bleeding right
B before
E the Lord.
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E All the words are
C gonna bleed from me and I will sing no more.
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G And a sting coming from
A my blood tells me go
E back home.
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