Sticky Fingers – Saves The Day (Guitar)

     C#sus2
It's been a long time

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And I just don't know, do you know me?

        C#sus2
Hit the futon 'round the block

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Spinning with the sickness, she don't call me

  C#sus2
A few nine minutes

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I'm adjusting, bangin' down the hallway (Oh)

     C#sus2
It's true this time

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Feel the distance, packing and we lonely (Yeah)

  C#sus2                                        A#m7    F#sus2
(Feeling it up, feeling it up, feeling it up lonely)

 C#sus2
I been left out

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So I take another val, it's a new day (Saves the day)

   C#sus2
A blessing I don't preach

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She the answer they don't teach, but a straight A

C#sus2
She don't need setting suns

F#sus2               A#m7             
Sure don't need this old bum

  C#sus2                   F#sus2
She don't need anything at all

       C#sus2
Wasted my song

              F#  A#m7          C#
She don't get music, that's all I got

        A#m7  F#
We make new friends

   C#sus2
On and on

            F# A#m7 
We make our music

       C#sus2
What's the point?

       A#m7  F#
That's the point

                   C#sus2
I'm lookin' at the reruns

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I was acting like a dog

                  C#sus2
And I wasted on a vista

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Now my brothers on the run

                  C#sus2
I said "I'm sorry sister

                 A#m7       F#sus2
For the damage I have done"

                      C#sus2
And I said "I'm sorry mumma

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For what I've become"

       C#sus2
Wasted my song

              F#  A#m7          C#sus2
She don't get music, that's all I got

        A#m7 F#
We make new friends

       C#sus2
On and on

            F#  A#m7
We make our music

       C#sus2
What's the point?

       A#m7  F#
That's the point

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(Feeling it up, feeling it up, feeling it up lonely)

  C#
She don't need setting suns

 F#maj7
Sure don't need this old bum

 C#                     F#maj7
She don't need anything at all

A#m7         G#
I don't feel pain no more

 F#maj7
She just don't care for sure

 A#m7          G#       F#maj7
She don't need anything at all

 A#m7          G#      F#maj7
We don't need anything at all

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Follow the west sun to California

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Offer my wisdom she can't support it

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Weeping willow she knows I'm on it

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Offers her wisdom I can't afford it (can't afford it)