Verso 1

D
It breaks like glass, but not in your hand

Shoot you down right where you stand
    Bm                A
And it don't care for what you wear
    G
or which way you might sway


Verso 2

D
It calls you up, but not on the phone

And it will drag you from your throne
        Bm              A             G                D
And you may laugh while you sit there sipping you champagne
    Bm             A            G                  D
And may I laugh at your dispare sniffing your cocaine


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      Bm                  A
I'm a man of choise in an old Rolls Royce
        G              D
And I'm howling at the moon
      Bm            A            G
Is my happening to deafening for you? For you?


Refrão

        D  A  G
Its maybe the fame
          D  A  G      G  D/F#
Its forgotten you name
        E G      E G             D  A  G
The tears you cryed you never did explain
D  A  G   G  D/F#    E  G        E   G   D
And I remain, blowing through you like a hurricane
D    A   G
Its a shame, Its a shame, Its a shame


Verso 3

D
It will not fall, not from the sky

And it don't eat no humble pie
     Bm                 A
And you may have your quiet life
      G                  D
But I bet you don't know why


Verso 4

D
It made you a mess, you didn't believe

You still don't know what makes me breathe
    Bm                  A             G                 D
And you may laugh while you sit there sipping your champagne
    Bm             A                        G
And may I laugh at your dispare while your sniffing your cocaine


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