Missing You

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    In nineteen hundred and eighty 
A
six,
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    there’s not much for a chippie 
      G        Dm
but swinging a pick.
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    And you can’t live on love, and
 G         A
 on love alone,
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    so you sail cross the ocean, 
   G             Dm
away cross the foam.

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    To where you're a Paddy, a 
         A
Biddy or a Mick,
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    good for nothing but stacking 
  Dm
a brick.
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    Your best mate's a spade and he
  G         A
 carries a hod,
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    two work horses heavily shod.

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Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give 
F            C         Am
all for the price of a flight.
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 F    C  G      Dm  F
Oh, I'm missing you under 
           C       G
Piccadilly's neon.

   Dm                   G      
3. Who did you murder, are you a 
   A
spy?
                Dm
    I'm just fond of a drink, helps 
me laugh, helps me cry.
           Dm                      
    Now, I just drink red biddy for
    G         A
 a permanent high,
       Am                       G 
    I laugh a lot less and I'll 
         Dm
cry till I die.

 F  C    G      Dm             
Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give 
F            C         Am
all for the price of a flight.
 F    C  G      Dm  F
Oh, I'm missing you under 
           C       G
Piccadilly's neon.

    Dm                        G   
    All ye young people, now take 
      A
my advice,
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    before crossing the ocean you'd
  G           Dm
 better think twice.
               Dm                
    'Cause you can't live without 
           G          A
love, without love alone,
         Am                        
    the proof is round the West End
         G     Dm
 in the nobody zone,

              Dm                 
    Where the summer is fine, but 
      G           A
the winter's a fridge,
            Am                 
    wrapped up in old cardboard 
         G           Dm
under Charing Cross Bridge.
              Dm              
    And I'll never go home now 
    G             A
because of the shame,
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    of a misfit's reflection in a 
   G         Dm
shop window pane.

 F  C    G      Dm             
Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give 
F            C         Am
all for the price of a flight.
 F    C  G      Dm  F
Oh, I'm missing you under 
           C       G
Piccadilly's neon.

 F  C    G      Dm             
Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give 
F            C         Am
all for the price of a flight.
 F    C  G      Dm  F
Oh, I'm missing you under 
           C       G
Piccadilly's neon.