Keep It

A:  577655
F#: 244322
E7: x7675x
D:  x5777x
C#: x4666x
E:  x7999x

A F# E7 D (x2)

A                C#            F#
 The world lives in your front room
                        E          
You're sitting happy in gloom
  E7

     D                             
Fate worries you, you will not give
     A
 her room
         C#         F#   
You give credit for might, 
                  E           E7
inspiration and sight,
        D                        
But you miss the point, you won't 
             A
join in the fight
             C#        F#
You think to use is to lose
          F#
So you're clinging, pulling, 
pleading

D              E
Try to keep it safe
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        D                          
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of
 E
 place
                 D                 
You're feeling a loss but you're 
         E
not fit to make it
                  D              
You're offered so much but you're 
               E
frightened to take it.

A F# (x2)

A         C#         F#         
 It never was really proved, 
             E         E7
never was understood,
          D                        
But there really is no virtue in 
  A
the good
        C#          F#            
They're shouting so loud that 
                E         E7
they'd do better to mine
       D                           
You're deafened and you cannot hear
     A
 the rhyme
    C#         F#
But secrets in whispers pull you, 
try to tempt you

D               E
Try and keep it safe
        D                          
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of
 E
 place
                 D                 
You're feeling a loss but you're 
         E
not fit to make it
                  D              
You're offered so much but you're 
              E
not going to take it.

A F# E7 D

A            C#         F#      
 You beg for help and advice, 
                 E        E7
how to handle your life,
        D                        
But you dare not move, you cannot 
         A
pay the price
        C#             F#
Chances slip, you just shatter, 
flatter, forget what matters

D
Spout your lines, read all your 
books
    E
You hear the sounds, miss all the 
hooks
     D                     
Your best is what you least 
       E
understand
    D
You hate the graft, won't join the 
race,
       E
You're scared to scar your pretty 
face
D                                
State now cos your head's in the 
E
sand.