5 Flucloxacillin

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(x2)


[Verse 1]
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Five Flucloxacillin rattle in the 
pit of my purse
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Among the ones and the twos, I never
 finished a course
D                         A
Doctor said, "Don't drink on 
antibiotics"
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Reply, "It doesn't matter, 
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hangover's always chronic anyway"


[Pre-Chorus]
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   A peloton of OAPs cycling up 
     A
behind me
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Shouting, "Step up your paces, 
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we've got places to be"
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A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my 
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slipstream
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I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm 
            D
not your domestique"


[Chorus]
D     A     F#m                 A
They say if they had got the victory
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They'd act with so much more 
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humility
Continúa después del anuncio
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They say if they had got the 
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victory
Bm
Well, I guess we'll never know!


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
D                  A
Am I a piggy bank of obsolete 
currency?
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An order of merit from country known
 for tyranny?
D                     A
Another blister pack pops, but I 
still feel much the same
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Thirty-one, and depression is a 
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young man's game


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
D                          A
Found a fiver screwed up inside a 
prescription receipt
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From the salbutamol (No, a gift from
 the sertraline)
D                         A
Hallowed be somnolence brought on by
 the tramadol
D                              A 
Damned be the knowledge that's 
               F#m        A
it, now you have tried 'em all


[Pre-Chorus]
A                D           
   A peloton of OAPs cycling up 
     A
behind me
                          D        
Shouting, "Step up your paces, 
                 E
we've got places to be"
              D                 
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my 
    F#m
slipstream
                       G#m         
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm 
            D
not your domestique"


[Chorus]
D     A     F#m                 A
They say if they had got the victory
D       A      F#m       
They'd act with so much more 
       A
humility
D     A     F#m                 
They say if they had got the 
A     D    A
victory
F#m       A                 D     A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m       A                 D     A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m       A                 D     A
Well, I guess we'll never know!
F#m       A                 D    
Well, I guess we'll never know!
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