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Trancribed for guitar by Claude Sawyer email protected
When your Cfeathers are soaked and your eyes are too bloody to Gsee,
and you pCulled every punch that you had but there's one that you Gneed,
then you've Dwaited too long, there's a Emhole in your heart,
and Call you've become is emotionally overrDun.C
Wishing wells were Gmade to Decho a CdimDe, the consequences Gare you Dkeep on relCyingD,
you've become a Emrun and Dhide refCugee, baby I'm a Gcop,
stop, put up your Dhands and surrender toC me.
You're gonna get hooked if there's anything left I can do,
you've already disarmed it's your lasting alarm I pursue,
you can loosen those fists,c'mon blow me a kiss,
you've been roughed up enough to deserve some relief from your troubles,
so I'm coming in.
REPEAT CHORUS
FOtherwise, I would never tell you what to dCo despite,
any indecision though I Gknow I'm right, arguing was always my fDorte,
and one thing I can say is I won't Amtell you lies,
or treat you like a rental car like Fother guys,
and if you think I'm crazy find an aClibi,
cause you will need some evidence toG show.D
REPEAT CHORUS
Baby I'm a cop, stop, put up your hands and surrender to me
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