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Sick Little Games

All Time Low
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D-DU-UDU
Oh  my God, I'm such a terrible  mess
 I'm turned  on by the tabloids
 You would never  have guessed
 That I'm a sucker  for their gossip
 Man, I take  it too far
I  bottle up my Hollywood
 And watch  'em name their kids after cars
I'm  finding me out
I'm  having my doubts
I'm  losing the best  of me
 We're all  part of the same
 Sick little games
 And I need to get  away, get away
I'm  wasting my days
 I throw them away
 Losing it all  on these sick little games
I  fell in love, she was the friend  of a sister
 Of somebody  famous at least  for a day
Expensive  habits and a taste  for the town
 Had me chasin  down red carpets
 And watching  all my friends slip away
They're  finding me out
I'm  having my doubts
I'm  losing the best  of me
Dressed  up as myself
To  live in the shadow
Of  who I'm supposed  to be
We're  all part of the same
 Sick little games
 And I need to get  away, get away
I'm  wasting my days
 I throw them away
 Losing it all  on these sick little games
If  I play my cards right
I  could make the big time
I  could be a reason to stare
Caught  up in the spot light
Shaking  from the stage fright
How  did I end up here?
All  part of the same
 Sick little games
 And I need to get  away, get away, get away, get away
We're  all part of the same
 Sick little games
 And I need to get  away, get away
I'm  wasting my days
 I throw them away
 Losing it all  on these sick little games
All  part of the same
 Sick little games
 And I need to get  away, get away, get away, get away

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Readable chord sheet for Sick Little Games by All Time Low

[D]Oh my God, I'm such a [Bm]terrible mess
I'm [G]turned on by the tabloids
You would [A]never have guessed
That I'm a [D]sucker for their gossip
Man, I [Bm]take it too far
[G]I bottle up my Hollywood
And [A]watch 'em name their kids after cars

[G]I'm finding me out
[A]I'm having my doubts
[Bm]I'm losing the [G]best of me

We're [D]all part of the sam[A]e
Sick little g[Bm]ames
And I need to g[G]et away, get away
[D]I'm wasting my day[A]s
I throw them a[Bm]way
Losing it a[G]ll on these sick little ga[D]mes [A]     [Bm]          [G]

[D]I fell in love, she was the [Bm]friend of a sister
Of [G]somebody famous at l[A]east for a day
[D]Expensive habits and a [Bm]taste for the town
Had me [G]chasin down red carpets
And [A]watching all my friends slip away

[G]They're finding me out
[A]I'm having my doubts
[Bm]I'm losing the [G]best of me
[G]Dressed up as myself
[A]To live in the shadow
[Bm]Of who I'm sup[G]posed to be

[D]We're all part of the sa[A]me
Sick little ga[Bm]mes
And I need to [G]get away, get away
[D]I'm wasting my da[A]ys
I throw them a[Bm]way
Losing it [G]all on these sick little games

[Bm]If I play my cards right
[G]I could make the big time
[Bm]I could be a reason to [A]stare
[Bm]Caught up in the spot light
[G]Shaking from the stage fright
[Bm]How did I end up [A]here?

[D]All part of the sa[A]me
Sick little g[Bm]ames
And I need to [G]get away, get away, get away, get away

[D]We're all part of the sa[A]me
Sick little ga[Bm]mes
And I need to g[G]et away, get away
[D]I'm wasting my day[A]s
I throw them a[Bm]way
Losing it [G]all on these sick little games

[D]All part of the s[A]ame
Sick little g[Bm]ames
And I need to [G]get away, get away, get away, get away

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