Everyones Complaining

Intro: Am D

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It's always raining in St. 
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Petersburg, this town will be the
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 death of me
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I left my raincoat with my 
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romany gypsy cards say that
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There isn't any justice in this 
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world as far as I have seen
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        G             F (let ring)  
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No more or less than we deserve, 
hell, no desire to be free

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We're always scheming in the 
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singles bars, bells are ringing 
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ain't it great to be alive
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Watch me turning prematurely grey, 
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aw the money's killing me
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But there's a reason for this 
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drinking, you see the poison tastes 
so sweet
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And it beats the hell out of 
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thinking, all good christians agree

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I'v been walking circles, foot 
nailed to the floor
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Everyone's complaining, I just 
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lock my door
F     G                   F (let 
ring)
I do believe I've seen it all

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It's always raining when your 
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drying out, this town will be 
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the death of me
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Everybody loves you when your 
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down and out, the money's killing me
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There isn't any justice in this 
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world
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No more or less than we deserve, 
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I've no desire to be free

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I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down 
to my feet
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Everyone's complaining, no one's
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 losing sleep
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This town will be the death of me

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Pretty boys and pretty girls, 
everyone a saint
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Everyone's complaining, no one's
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 losing sleep
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(let ring)
This town will be the death of me
             Am
The death of me