INTRO:

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VERSE:
F#      A            B 
First I thought we'd got it wrong,
    Bb     E            D
and then I thought we'd got it made
But 'something' was unorganised,
that 'something' was just left to late

I'm torn and twisted from my life,
you picked me up and you put me down
That 'something' was unorganised,
Its not enough to be around

CHORUS:
E             D
what will you say to me 
E       D          
who you want me to be
E       D          C#
who you want me to be


VERSE:
I look inside your empty head,
Its full of simple, cheap ideas
A set rule of how people should be,
to alter everyone's career

Is that how you get your kicks?
by using a failed strategy?
Well, your words mean emptiness,
and that is what you mean to me