Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em We watched the game like we always didFmaj7 Em Gm Dm We seemed to lose more than we'd winC C+ Am A The ref would sweat as we'd blame himFmaj7 And then the fights would startDm Out where the buses parkC G I dodged a few black eyesBb Believe meC Dm Fmaj7 Em It was good to be aliveFmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em The tribal path led to the pubFmaj7 Em Gm Dm Where we debated how we'd wonC C+ Am A And I'm outside the wayward sonFmaj7 And then a glass is smashedDm Some fella's on his backC G And it all kicks off againBb As everC Dm Fmaj7 There's no one to take the blameBb C Dm Fmaj7 As time goes by I search with vigourBb C Dm Fmaj7 The days we had seemed so much biggerBb C Dm Fmaj7 And everyone would point the fingerBb Am So we would do the sameBb C Dm Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em To be mesmerised by the beautiful gameFmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em My old man passed on the flame of lossFmaj7 Em Gm Dm The team we loved just gathered mossC C+ Am A On a rolling stone you wouldn't tossFmaj7 But if we win or loseDm We're in each other's shoesC G With blood upon our shirtsBb Believe meC Dm Fmaj7 You know how that hurtsBb C Dm Fmaj7 As time goes by I search with vigourBb C Dm Fmaj7 The days we had seemed so much biggerBb C Dm Fmaj7 And everyone would point the fingerBb Am So we would do the sameBb C G C G C Fmaj7 Em To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
Beautiful Game
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