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{title:This is the life}
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{subtitle:Amy Macdonald}
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[am]Oh the wind whistles down
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[F]the cold dark street tonight,
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and the p[C]eople they were dancing [em]to the music vibe.
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And the b[am]oys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
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[F]while the shy tormented youth sit way over there.
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And the s[C]ongs they get louder
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each one better than bef[em]ore
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{soc}
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And you're singing the s[am]ongs
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[ ]thinking this is the life,
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and you wake up in the m[F]orning and you're head feels twice the size.
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Where you gonna go? [C]Where you gonna go?
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Where you gonna sleep ton[em]ight?
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{eoc}
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So you're h[am]eading down the road in your taxi for four
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and you're w[F]aiting outside Jimmy's front door,
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but n[C]obody's in and nobody's home 'til f[em]our.
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So you're s[am]itting there with nothing to do
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talking ab[F]out Robert Riger and his motley crew
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and wh[C]ere you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep ton[em]ight?
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