Capo di fret 4
(Intro)
[Em] [C] [D]
[Em] [C] [D]
I was born inside a [Em]small town,
I’ve lost that state of [Em]mind
Learned to sing inside the [C]Lord’s house
but stopped at the age of [D]nine
I forget when [G]I get a[Em]wards
now the wave I had to [Em]ride
The paving stones I [C]played upon
they kept me on the [D]grind
So blame it [G]on the [Em]pain
that blessed me with the [Em]life
Friends and family filled with [C]envy
when they should be filled with [D]pride
And when the [G]world’s a[Em]gainst me
is when I really come a[Em]live
And everyday that Satan [C]tempts me,
I try to take it in my [D]stride
You know that [G]I’ve got [Em]whisky
with white lines and [Em]smoke in my lungs
I think [C]life has got to the point
I know with[D]out it’s no fun
I [G]need to [Em]get in the right mind and clear myself up
Instead, I [C]look in the mirror
questioning [D]what I’ve become
I guess [G]it’s a [Em]stereotypical day for someone like me
Without a [C]nine-to-five job or an [D]uni degree
To [G]be cau[Em]ght up in the trappings of the industry
They showed me the [C]locked doors
I find another [D]use of key, and you’ll see
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[C] I’m well a[G]ware of certain [D]things
that can des[Am]troy a man like [C]me
But with that [G]said give me one [D]more.[B7]. high[Em]er
A[C]nother one to [D]take the sting a[Em]way
I am [C]happy on my [D]own, so here I’ll [Em]stay
Save your [C]loving arms [D]for a rainy [Em]day
And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser
I used to think that nothing [Em]could be better
than touring the [Em]world with my songs
I chased the [C]pictured perfect life,
I think they [D]painted it wrong
I [G]think that [Em]money
is the root of e[Em]vil and fame is hell
Re[C]lationships and hearts
you [D]fixed, they break as well
[G] And [Em]ain’t nobody wanna see you down in the dumps
Because you’re [C]living your dream, man,
his [D]shit should be fun
Please [G]know that [Em]I’m not trying to preach
like I’m [Em]Reverend Run
I beg you, [C]don’t be disappointed
with the [D]man I’ve become
Our conver[Em]sations with my father on the A14
[C]Age twelve telling me
I’ve gotta [D]chase those dreams
N[G]ow I’m [Em]playing for the people,
dad, and [Em]they know me
With my [C]beat and small guitar
wearing the [D]same old jeans
[G]Wembley [Em]Stadium crowd
two hundred [Em]and forty thousand
I may have [C]grown up
but I hope that [D]Damien’s proud
And [G]to the [Em]next generation, inspiration’s allowed
The world may be [C]filled with hate
but keep e[D]rasing it now, somehow
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[C] I’m well a[G]ware of certain [D]things
that will be[Am]fall a man like [C]me
But with that [G]said give me one [D]more.[B7]. high[Em]er
A[C]nother one to [D]take the sting a[Em]way
I am [C]happy on my [D]own, so here I’ll [Em]stay
Save your [C]loving arms [D]for a rainy [Em]day
And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser
[Em] And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser
[Em] And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser
[Em] Welcome to the new show
[C] I [D]guess you know I’ve been away
[Em] But where I’m heading, who knows
[C] But my [D]heart will stay the same
[Em] Welcome to the new show
[C] I [D]guess you know I’ve been away
[Em] But where I’m heading, who knows
[C] My pain eraser
[Em] And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser
[Em] And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser
[Em] And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser
[Em] And I’ll find [C]comfort in my [D]pain eraser