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A Cpenny in your Gpocket, a Amsuitcase in your Emhand, Bb
FThey won't get you Cvery far, now you're a Dmtwenty-first century Gman.
CFly across the Gcity, Am flies above the lEmand, Bb F
You can do most Canything, now you're a Dmtwenty-first century Bbman. Am G
GThough you Fride on the wCheels of tomForrow,(tFomAmorrGow)
GYou still Fwander the Cfields of your Fsorrow. WAmhat will it bDmring?
OnCe day you're a Ghero,Am the next day you're a Emclown,Bb F
There's nothing that isC in between, now you're a tDmwenty-first century mGan.
CYou should be so haGppy,Am you should be so gEmlad, Bb F
So why are you soC lonely, you're a tDmwenty-first century mBban. Am G
GYou stepped oFut of a dream belCieving everyFthing was gone, G
Return with wFhat you've learned they'lCl kiss the ground you waFlk upon.
ThCings aren't how you thoGught they were, Am
Nothing have you plaEmnned, Bb F
So pick up your penny anCd your suitcase,
You're not a tDmwenty-first century mBban. Am G
GThough you rFide on the wheCels of tomoFrrow, (tFomAmorrGow)
GYou still Fwander the Cfields of your Fsorrow (sorrow) TomDmorrow
FTwenty-first century Cman. Dm C F C Dm C
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