Tom: Bm
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[Verse 1]
D A7
Here's to the patron saint
Em D
Of rum and jumped cocaine
D
All those little deaths
A7
Have grown so petulant
Em D
And now I’m not thinking straight
G
Burning in the sky
F#
For two days at a time
D A Bm
Oh but when I look around
G
It's so conspiratorial
A A7
Competitive and typical
[Verse 2]
D A
Oh my darlin'
Bm A
There’s been nothin' here
G
But a rumour mill so high
A A7
And wide it covered all the light
D A
If all we have is each other
Bm A
Then don't you dare look down on me
G
Like we're so different suddenly
D A7
Here's to the patron saint
Em D
Of rum and jumped cocaine
G
Where the fuck are all my friends?
A
What's left of my common sense?
D
What's left?
[Outro]
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