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

(refreng X2)
Fm          Eb
Going home, going home
Cm                  Bb
I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed
Fm          Eb
Going home, going home
Cm                  Bb 
Put my feet up and, get to breathe again

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

(Refreng X3)
Fm          Eb
Going home, going home
Cm                  Bb
I'll be gone when I reap waht I sowed
Fm          Eb
Going home, going home
Cm                  Bb 
Put my feet up and, get to breathe again

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