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Inmates

The Good Life
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D-DU-UDU
When  you said you loved me, did you really love  me or did the words just
spill  out like drool on  my pillow. ‘Cause  I was naked when you said  those
 words, but I felt covered  in your whispered  worship.
 And as you  passed out fast on my shoulder,  I imagined  a child waiting  so sad
 and still for his mom to arrive.
Did  she leave you an orphan, in  that big, brown leather chair?
Said,  “ Don’t you move a muscle, kid, I’ll  be back in twenty years,”
You  were scared, you were lonely, but  you must’ve been aware;
life  is a series of calluses, this  is just another layer.
So,  build’em up, tough it out, yeah,  that’s your skin – don’t let anyone
 under there.
 ................................
When  I said I loved you, it was because I  loved you. When I said I needed
 you, well, I really need  you. Yeah,  I guess you hurt me, for once you’re a
man  of your words. Well, guess what  – I’m leaving – I can’t be your prisoner.
 I can't be your prisoner-I  won’t, I can't be your prisoner-I  won't

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Readable chord sheet for Inmates by The Good Life

[D]When you said you loved me, did you really lo[Bm]ve me or did the words just
[Bb]spill out like drool on[A] my pillow. ‘[D]Cause I was naked when you [Bm]said those
words, but I felt cov[Bb]ered in your whispered[A] worship.
And as you[G] passed out fast on my [D]shoulder, I i[G]magined a child [Bm]waiting so sad
and still for his mom to [Bb]arrive.
[D]Did she leave you an orphan, [A]in that big, brown leather chair?
[Bb]Said, “ Don’t you move a muscle, kid, I[G]’ll be back in twenty years,”
[D]You were scared, you were lonely, [A]but you must’ve been aware;
[Bb]life is a series of calluses, [G]this is just another layer.
[Bm]So, build’em up, tough it out, y[Bb]eah, that’s your skin – don’t let anyone

under there.

................................

[D]When I said I loved you, it was because [Bm]I loved you. When I said I neede[Bb]d
you, well, I really nee[A]d you. Y[D]eah, I guess you hurt me, for once you’re a
[Bm]man of your words. Well, guess wha[Bb]t – I’m leaving – I can’t be your [A]prisoner.
I can't be your p[G]risoner-I[D] won’t, I can't be your [G]prisoner-I[D] won't

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