Sydney

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[Verse 1]
D               A7
Here's to the patron saint
    Em              D
Of rum and jumped cocaine
                  D
All those little deaths
                  A7
Have grown so petulant
Em                          D
And now I’m not thinking straight

G
Burning in the sky
F#
For two days at a time
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D               A      Bm
Oh but when I look around
G
It's so conspiratorial
                 A         A7
Competitive and typical

[Verse 2]
          D     A
Oh my darlin'
           Bm          A
There’s been nothin' here
                       G
But a rumour mill so high
                             A     
And wide it covered all the light
 A7

    D             A
If all we have is each other
          Bm          A
Then don't you dare look down on me
                    G
Like we're so different suddenly

D               A7
Here's to the patron saint
    Em              D
Of rum and jumped cocaine
                             G
Where the fuck are all my friends?
                           A
What's left of my common sense?
      D
What's left?

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