Robin Williams

C/G  F  C/G (2x)

[Verse 1]
C/G                             F
One way or another, it’s gonna 
                 C/G
make its presence known
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From one monkey to another, you 
        G
can’t lose what you don’t own
       F                           
It’s okay if you get anxious, just 
  F           G        Am
please don’t call the cops
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There’s a couple things I’m sure 
          G                C/G
of and a whole lot more I’m not


[Verse 2]
             C/G                   
There’s a sentimental value to the 
   F        C/G
memory of love
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It’s a pretty looking rainbow, what
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 does it remind you of
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Is it somewhere there’s a heart of 
              F     G    Am
gold that’s never gonna rust
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Or it’s a hard rain honey but it’s
   G          C/G
 never gonna flood


[Verse 3]
       C/G                       
Despite all my reservations, I’ve 
        F             C/G
been doing this for years
C/G                               
Hoping that some magic touch would
    G
 finally make it clear
     F                             
But when it all comes crashing 
   F           G      Am
down, I’m still standing here
                F                
Looking at the same face, in the 
C/G                    G         
same place, just a different kind
     C/G
 of mirror


[Verse 4]
C/G                           
Nothing lasts forever and every 
F        C/G
other trope
  C/G                              
I guess it just depends on how much
  G
 DMT you smoked
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But when I think of Robin Williams 
        F      G   Am
at the end of his rope
                F                  
It makes no difference what you’re 
C/G                   G          
making, the reaper makes the 
   C/G
final joke


[Verse 5]
      C/G                        
So I gather my impressions of the 
      F     C/G
universal sigh
    C/G                            
And hope that someone’s listening 
           G
to their radio tonight
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Though it doesn’t really matter 
      F     G     Am
with so many come before
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And who the hell are we fooling, 
              G         C/G
no one buys records any more