Am D Am Lost, lost, lost, lost [Chorus]Am F G Am I went to see England, but England's lostAm F G Am I went to see England, but England's lost [Verse 1]Am F G Am And everyone said we were all ripped offAm F G Am I went to see England, but England lostD C Am Lost, lost, lostD Am It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain And we all yelled loud and we all complainedAm Wasn't much of a gameG D I got soakedAm Didn't look home anyway [Chorus]Am I went to see England, but England's lostAm I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"G Am I went to see England, but England's lostAm I went to see England, but England...Am I went to see...Am I went...Am I... [Verse 2]Am I lost a blunt, think I lost the pintD She can go home and smoke a joint, anywayContinues after the adAm Do you wanna go?Am I went to find England, it wasn't thereAm I think I lost it in the back of my chairF G Am I think I'm losing my imaginationAm I'm tired of talking about immigrationAm You can't get in and you can't get outAm I guess that's what we're all about [Verse 3: Skepta]Am True, preach It's a déjà vu, I've seen it all beforeAm Different season, same scoreAm Everybody wants your head on a spikeC But they were singin' your praises a day beforeAm No new faces allowed inC They said it's gettin' overcrowdedAm They're still fightin' over housesAm C So I just pick it up, put it down and leave it where I found itAm Feel like Macaulay Culkin, I'm home aloneC Come to my window and throw a stoneAm Because I never wanna talk on the phoneAm Same problems, growin' up in the danger zoneAm Nothing's changed, same storyC Same dirty stains on your dirty laundryAm Keep it in the streets, doin' all the workC And the men in the suits takin' all the coin [Chorus: Mick Jagger]Am F G Am I went to see England, butAm F G Am I went to see England, butAm I went to see EnglandAm F G Am I went to see England, but England's lost [Bridge: Mick Jagger]Am D Am Lost, lost, lost, lostAm D Am Lost, lost, lost, lost [Verse 3]Am Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome Now I'll have to stay at home So lock the shallows, bolt the doorsG Nothing's gonna be like SingaporeAm Don't know what's homeAm They didn't turn up, the comments complain No real person is matching their shame They're much too young and much too hold Growing much too hot and much too coldAm That's what I thought [Chorus]Am I went to find EnglandAm I went to find EnglandAm I went to find EnglandAm I went to find England, but England's lost
England Lost
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