On your own    (intro)    (sample)

 

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1. Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges,

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    the sound of magic music in his ears,

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    videoed by a busload of tourists,

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    shiny shell suits on, and drinking lemonade.

 

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2. Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order,

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    from a man in a tee-pee, California.

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    He said he once was the great game show performer,

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    then he blew all his money away,       blew it all away.

   

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So take me home, don't leave me alone,

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I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad,

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no psycho killer, hooligan guerrilla.

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I dream to riot, oh you should try it,

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R. E. Perot, get gold card soul,

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my joy of life is on a roll.

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And we'll all be the same in the end,

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    ’cos then you're on your own.

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    Then you're on your own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2. Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos,

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    the sound of magic music in our brains,

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    someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors,

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    says, Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space,

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    I'm in outer space.

 

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+ CHORUS   + Na, na, na na na na….         (4x) Na na na.

 

D                                   A    - D - E

   Then you're on your own.               (4x) …….

 

(Capo 2nd)

 

    (Blur)

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