Just Like Me

             C                     
I heard your ma cried louder than a
                           Am      
 church bell when all the new 
                        G
flames got doused by stormy seas.
            C                    
I spent my time pining for a love 
                     Am         
song. Well I’ll be home (ho-ome) 
   G             C
home in time tonight.


[Break]

C Am


[Verse 2]

             C
I think the sad thing is you’ll 
leave without a fanfare.
                 Am                
You’ll hit the road pal, leave your
                     G
 footprints in the dust.
                 C
You’re a mental gymnast, hittin' 
flips right over your nightmares.
           Am             G       
I wont be home (ho-ome) home in 
      C
time tonight.


[Chorus]

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       C                     Am   
Well, I’ve had my highs and lows. 
              F                    
I’ve been pretentious and I’ve been
    G               C       (G)
 a selfish fool, I know.
           C                       
I hope you reap all the seeds 
   Am                              
you’ve sown. 'Cause your so fuckin' 
F
friendly,
                     G             
and it’s so fuckin easy to feel at 
 C       (G)
home.
            C              
You think you’re clever and 
                 G               
classless and free, you’re just a 
             Am             F
fuckin scumbag just like me.
                C                  
And if you’re building your house 
         G              Am     
on the shore, don’t be surprised 
                         F
when the waves at your door.
                    C          
I’ve a pain in me hoop with you 
          G                      
round these days. I’m so sick and 
     Am                     F
tired of playing these games.
                C                  
We're all just dead, we're all just
   G                 C
 fucked, go back to sleep.


[Verse 3]

             C
I know it's funny when a dream 
knocks on your window.
                        Am         
And although it’s not yours, you're
                       G
 obliged to hold its seams.
               C
And all you want, is to be singing 
the songs of your hometown.
                         Am 
That dream can fuck off home 
            G               C    (G)
(ho-ome) home in time tonight.


[Chorus]

       C                     Am   
Well, I’ve had my highs and lows. 
              F                    
I’ve been pretentious and I’ve been
    G               C      (G)
 a selfish fool, I know.
           C                       
I hope you reap all the seeds 
   Am                              
you’ve sown. 'Cause your so fuckin' 
F
friendly,
                     G             
and it’s so fuckin easy to feel at 
 C       (G)
home.
            C              
You think you’re clever and 
                 G               
classless and free, you’re just a 
             Am             F
fuckin scumbag just like me.
                C                  
And if you’re building your house 
         G              Am     
on the shore, don’t be surprised 
                         F
when the waves at your door.
                    C          
I’ve a pain in me hoop with you 
          G                      
round these days. I’m so sick and 
     Am                     F
tired of playing these games.
                C                  
We're all just dead, we're all just
   G                 C
 fucked, go back to sleep.