Life Thru a Lens Robbie Williams
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[F]Fmaj7 [133211]xx3210
Fmaj9 1x2010
F#m xx4222
F#m* 244222
F#m/E# xx3222
G 320033
Intro:
|N.C.|
Chorus:
[A] Wake up on Sun-day morn-ing
[Amaj7] Ev-'ry-thing feels so bor-ing
[G] Is that where it ends_
[D/F#] With your life thru a lens_
Verse 1:
[D]Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
[F]She should-n't wear this, she should-n't wear that
[C]Pleas-ure and leis-ure, make [G]mine a doub-le meas-ure with friends[D]_
[D]Fash-ion Tar-dis down in quo ver-dis
[F]Who laughs the long-est who tries the hard-est
[C]Pleas-ure and leis-ure, make [G]mine a doub-le meas-ure with friends[D]_
Pre-Chorus:
[F#m] Just be-cause I ain't [F#m/E#]dou-ble bar-reled
[A/E]Don't mean I [D#m7b5]have-n't trav-elled well[D7]_
|C# C#7|
Can't-you-tell_
[F#m] Oh no it's [F#m/E#]quite ap-pall-ing
[A/E] Your con-ver-[D#m7b5]sa-tion's bor-ing as hell[D7]_
Oh well[A]_
Chorus:
Wake up on Sun-day morn-ing
[Amaj7] Ev-'ry-thing feels so bor-ing
[G] Is that where it ends_
[D/F#] With your life thru a lens_
[A] And now your boy-friend's sus-pi-cious
[Amaj7] So go home and wash the dish-es
Bm F#m* E
And wash them well
G D A |N.C.*½|
So he cant tell
Verse 2:
[D]She's loo-king real drab just out of re-hab
[F]I'm talk-ing foot-ball, shes talk-ing Ab fab
[C]Your clothes are ve-ry kitch [G]just be-cause your dad-dy is rich[D]_
You [D]sound so fun-ny with your voice all plum-my
Now your [F]cheque's just bounced, bet-ter run to your mum-my
And you [C]know it's a class act, [G]she'll ne-ver ask for it back[D]_
Pre-Chorus:
[F#m] Just be-cause I ain't [F#m/E#]dou-ble bar-reled
[A/E]Don't mean I [D#m7b5]have-n't trav-elled well[D7]_
Can't-you-tell[A]_
Chorus:
Mix with the lo-cal gen-try
[Amaj7]And don't crash Tar-quin's Bent-ley
[G] I'll take of-fence_
[D/F#] With a life thru a lens_
[A] You're scared of the poor and need-y
[Amaj7] Is that why you're all in-breed-y
Bm F#m* E
They're just like you
G D A |A*½|
They need love too
Instr:
|Amaj7| |Em/G| |Fmaj9*7 G*1|
Chorus:
[A] Wake up on Sun-day morn-ing
[Amaj7] Ev-'ry-thing feels so bor-ing
[G] Is that where it ends_
[D/F#] With your life thru a lens_
[A] And now your boy-friend's sus-pi-cious
[Amaj7] So go home and wash the dish-es
[G] And wash them well_
[G] So he can't tell_
Outro:
|A| |Amaj7| |G| |Fmaj7 G A A|
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