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You'd betF#mter stop dreaming of the quiet life
cos it's the one Emwe'll never know
And quiF#mt running for the runaway bus
'cos those roseyEm days are few
And stoGp apologizing for the things you'F#mve never done
'cos liAfe is short and time is cruel, but it's up to us to change
ThCis town called malicDe.
F#mRows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairEmy yard
And a hundF#mred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to theiEmr hearts
GHanging out their old love letters on the lineF#m to dry
AIt's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
InC a town called maliDce.
(Sing - Ba ba ba ba ba over first two lines of verse - F#m / Em / F#m/ Em)
GStruggle after struggle, year afF#mter year
AThe atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
InC a town called maliDce.
The ghF#most of a steam train, echoes doEmwn my track
F#mIt's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round andEm round
GPlayground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in F#mthe breeze
AI could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back here
InC this town called malice. D
DYeah yeah yeah
DThis town called malice.
DWoah Oh yeah
D
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