Ren (Ren Gill) – Bittersweet Symphony (Guitar)

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I've got dirt on my Reeboks from staying out all night

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I spent my last ten pounds on this pack of Marlborough Lights

  E                         Bm
I phoned up Stevie, I said "G, you alright?"

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He said "It's six in the morning, brother! Get some shut eye!"

E                                Bm
I feel a sense of wellbeing this time in the morning

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Wear my heart out on my hoodie while the city is snoring

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Drunks falling off the sidewalks, get issued a warning

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Distant sirens, they crescendo like a symphony calling

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This it the Britain I know, this is the Britain I love

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There's poetry inside this city if you listen enough

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Working class causalities out on the streets sleep rough

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While a mother with her baby takes her pram to the pub

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And while she's knocking them down, the cost of living goes up

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I can't relate to politicians with their head in the mud

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I resonate with messy Fridays, with the boys smoking bud

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We do our bit to numb the struggle, as below, so above

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As as above, so below, here in the city we glow

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I blow a smoke ring up to heaven and it makes a halo

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And then the clock strikes seven, guess it's time to head home

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My companion is the city, so I'm never alone

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I'm stepping in and out of gaps of the pavement cracks

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And if I go to sleep now, that's an anti-climax

E                            Bm
People rise for work and the sun mirrors that

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A perfect juxtaposition for those out on the lash

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Bear with me, it's beautiful, I think its irrefutable

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There's beauty in a contradicting Britain... Indisputable

E                         Bm
Junkie in a cubicle, that old spoon is usable

    D                         A
His mother's in a black suit, crying at a funeral

E                           Bm
Nine to five crucible, this route is not commutable

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A kid falls off the tracks and then he serves a stretch in Juvenal

E                             Bm
Libbies at the Doleys but her dispositions humourful

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While Davey's at the bookies and his mates call him delusional

E                          Bm
Britain, drink it down and moan about the weather

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When the sun starts shining feel the factor 10 tremor

E                          Bm
Boys will be boys, will be in it together

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Until the fists start flying like they're Connor McGregor

              E                 Bm
And then he's out... I think he took it too far

            D                       A
I think the boy saw red, I think he hit him too hard

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Now he's face down on the pavement with a face full of tar

        D                      A
Mad how small altercations can define who we are

          E                 Bm
That's my cue! I guess it's time to head home

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It's bittersweet how my high found its way to be low

         E                       Bm
And I've said it once before, as above, so below

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Living on the streets of Britain you just go with the flow

        E           Bm
But I'm done... I'm out for the night

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As the sun paints the pavements, I'll turn out the light

      E                     Bm
White noise on the radio to quiet my mind

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Always was an over-thinker, just the way I'm designed

E                          Bm
Britain, drink it down and moan about the weather

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When it's all said and done we'll be in it altogether

E                          Bm
Boys will be boys, will be like it forever

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It's a bittersweet symphony, we're birds of a feather