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GCm
A heGart that's full up like a landfilG/Cl,
a job that slowly kills yAm7ou,
D7bruises that won't heal. G Cm
GYou look so tired-unhappy,
G/Cbring down the government,
Am7they don't, tD7hey don't speak for us. G Cm
GI'll take a quiet life,
a hanG/Cdshake of carbon monoxide,
with noAm7 alarms and no surD7prises,
Am7no alarms and no sD7urprises,
Am7no alarms and no sD7urprises,
GSilent Cm
Gsilence. Cm
GThis is my final fit,
my finaG/Cl bellyache,
with noAm7 alarms and no surD7prises,
Am7no alarms and no sD7urprises,
Am7no alarms and no sD7urprises, please. G Cm
DCmDCmAmCm
GSuch a pretty house
and sucG/Ch a pretty garden.
Am7No alarms and no sD7urprises,
Am7no alarms and no sD7urprises,
Am7no alarms and no sD7urprises, please. G Cm G Cm G
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