Sick Of Drugs

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[A]     [E]     [D] [x7]

[A]waking up with an [E]8.2

[E]when it seemed like the easiest [A]thing to do

[A]when [A7]someone said "here's [D]one for you!"       [A]            [E]

[A]mouth's so dried and I[E] just spit ash

[E]in a hole in my pocket full of [A]wasted cash

[A]but i[A7]t's all right it was [D]just bad stash    [A]       [C#]

[D]"jump [C#]ins[D]ide" [C#]he [D]said, [[C#]I t[D]ried/I'll try], "[B]I nev[Bb]er m[B]et[Bb] a ju[B]nk[Bb]ie that I

did[B]n'[Bb]t like" said [A]he

[A]and who am I to [E]disagree? {sometimes "I think I'm gonna disagree" live, apparently}

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[D](oh,) how can you [A]stay when you're [E]60 million [A]miles away?

[D]how can you [A]fly when you're (h[C#]ome) free?

[D]and(/oh) how can you [A]feel when your m[E]ind's made up like a [A]will of steel?

[D]how can you [A]deal in your [E]tree?

[C#]sick of [B]ec-sta-[A]sy     [D]       [A]         [E]           [D]             [A]               [E]

[A]kicked in bad and you got [E]too low

[E]to be down in a company [A]you don't know

said '[A7]come on in got a [D]right good blow'   [A]            [E]

[A]yeah, talking, talking th[E]e whole world's clear

[E]until a guy with a goatee got a [A]touch of fear

which w[A7]ent round the room like [D]diahorea     [A]            [C#]

[D]bored [C#]wit[D]h this, [C#]I'm[D] bored wi[C#]th [D]that

[B]I'm s[Bb]tuck[B] in [Bb]bed a[B]lone [Bb]with a-you know what

[A]no rest, with a heart beating [E]outta your chest

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sick of LSD

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x2)
sick of drugs are we