The Jam

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Intro:
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Verse 1:
F#m                                           Em
stop dreaming of the quiet life 'cos it's the one we'll never know, and
F#m                                          Em  
quit running for that runaway bus 'cos those rosey days are few,well
G                          F#m
stop apologising for the things you've never done
A
'Cos time is short and life is cruel
                                             D
But it's up to us to change this town called malice

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Verse 2:
F#m                                        Em 
Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
F#m                                          Em 
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
G                                 F#m
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
A
It's enough to make you stop believing
                                                  D 
When tears come fast and furious in a town called malice, yeah,yeah,yeah

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Verse 3:
F#m                   Em 
Ba ba ba ba ba da ba, ba ba ba da ba whoo
F#m                   Em
Ba ba ba ba ba da ba, ba ba ba da ba
G                        F#m
Struggle after struggle, year after year
A
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead
                 D
In a town called malice ooo yeah

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Bridge:
C#m                        Bm 
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
     C#m                Bm
Gets dashed against the co-op
          A
To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear
                                     D
It's a big decision in a town called Malice oo oo yeah

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Verse 4:
    F#m                    Em 
The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
F#m                                  Em
It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going 'round and 'round
G                                   F#m 
Playground kids and creaking swings lost laughter in the breeze
A 
I could go on for hours and I probably will
                                                     D 
But I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called malice yeah

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