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F#m                              Bm
I've tried to give this city, a kiss on the lips
      A                       E
but I cover my black eye yes I head for my shift
F#m                             Bm
I've made my way down fumed by stories and myths
A                    E
stars in my eyes into reality hits
     F#m                         Bm
That being a romantic makes you poorly equipped
       A                     E
I make payments with body and soul
  F#m                        Bm
I thought I'd find glory, I thought I'd be rich
      A              E
but I only dug myself down a hole

(refreng X2)
Bm          A
Going home, going home
F#m                  E
I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed
Bm          A
Going home, going home
F#m                  E 
Put my feet up and, get to breathe again

F#m                                Bm
You'll get used to the cold, and (extortion prices)
    A                        E
you beat youself up and falls victim to vices
F#m                      Bm
I guess the options in (vibes) are entising
A                                 E         
trying to work your way up from an ant to a titan
F#m                        Bm
I promise myself, I'll be gone in a year
   A                E
or five, or ten, who knows at this rate
F#m                                     Bm
I'm trying to build this ship, I don't even come in fear
      A                      E           
and I hope I see shore before the (....) bay.

(Refreng X3)
Bm          A
Going home, going home
F#m                  E
I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed
Bm          A
Going home, going home
F#m                  E 
Put my feet up and, get to breathe again

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