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Ironic Alanis Morissette
He won the [E]lott[A]ery and[E] died the nex[F#m]t day
It's a [E]black[A] fly in[E] your chard[F#m]onnay
It's a [E]death row[A] pardon two[E] minutes t[F#m]o late
And isn't it [E]ironic..[A]. Don't you[E] think[F#m]?
Chorus: It's like ra[E]in[A] on your[E] weddin[F#m]g day
It's a free [E]ri[A]de when you've[E] alread[F#m]y paid
It's the good [E]ad[A]vice that you[E] just didn'[F#m]t take
And [D]who would have [F#m]thought... It fig[E]ures
Verse 2: Mr. [E]Play-It[A]-Safe was [E]afraid t[F#m]o fly
He packed his [E]sui[A]tcase and kissed his[E] kids go[F#m]odbye
E A E F#m He waited his whole damn life just to take that flight
And as the [E]plane[A] crashed down he thought, "well[E] isn't thi[F#m]s nice?"
And isn't it [E]ironi[A]c... Don't yo[E]u thin[F#m]k?
Bridge: Well li[E]fe has a fu[A]nny way of sneaking up on[E] you
When you think [F#m]everything is okay and e[E]verything's g[F#m]oing r[E]ight
And lif[E]e has a fun[A]ny way of helping you out[E] when you think
Everything[F#m]'s gone wrong and ever[E]ything blows up in y[F#m]our face
Verse 3 A [E]traffic[A] jam when you are[E] alread[F#m]y late
A no-[E]smoking s[A]ign on your c[E]igarette [F#m]break
It's like [E]ten thousand[A] spoons when all you[E] need is [F#m]a knife
It's like meet[E]ing the man[A] of my dreams
And then me[E]eting his beautiful wi[F#m]fe
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