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

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

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

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

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