I Don’t Want To See The Sights
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Another happy lad
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With dirty pictures plastered on the wall
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A British beach collection
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A classic alcoholic argument
D7
I don’t want to see the sights
There is nothing worse, thank God
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This bloody city, I don’t want to waste
another year
Likenising ozone(s) are falling from the
sky in front of me
I don’t want to see the sights
There is nothing worse, thank God
I told you not to see the sights
So, this is life, you don’t seem like history
to me
Tell me I don’t know. Are the bruises on
your face stick-on-ones
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Why don’t I find out what you want there
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is never A place I have been through,
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you’re going to wind Up with every sod and stall, they are going
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To wind up with you and you, and you…
G/C = 302013
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