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Bb                        Am
The neighborhood that I live in,
         Bb     Am         Dm
I've always seen as home.
Bb                        Am
At certain times at the evening,
    Bb     Am      Dm
It's like a no-go zone.


      Bb                     Am             Gm         C
Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend.
     Bb                 Am                    Gm                C
And I've got features I quite like And don't mind keeping.


                   Gm      C    Dm
But I still walk the side streets home,
              Gm     C  Dm
Even when I'm on my own.
                Bb              Am              Gm        C
If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories,
                        F
I wouldn't set a foot outside.


Bb                        Am
You say I live in a bubble,
         Bb     Am         Dm
I find the bubble's best.
Bb                        Am
At a faint whiff of trouble,
         Bb     Am         Dm
Just turn and head due west.

      Bb                     Am             Gm         C
Quite light on my feet if I ever need be,
      Bb                     Am             Gm         C
As I zip down the street, No one ever sees me.


                   Gm      C    Dm
That's why I walk the side streets home,
              Gm     C  Dm
Even when I'm on my own.
                Bb              Am              Gm        C
If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,
                        F
I wouldn't set a foot outside.


Bb                        Am
I'm tempting fate, 

(I know - tell me about it)
Bb                        Am
So nonchalant,

(I know and I don't doubt it)
Dm             Am     Gm             C
I'll probably get it tomorrow.


                   Gm      C    Dm
Till then I walk the side streets home,
              Gm     C  Dm
Even when I'm on my own.
                Bb              Am              Gm        C
If I let myself believe...


                   Gm      C    Dm
(Side streets home)