James Blunt

verse 1:

^Dmi Judging by the look on the ^E7 organ-grinder,
^Ami7 He'll judge me by the fact that my ^Fmaj7 face don't fit.
^Dmi It's touching that the monkey sits ^E7 on my shoulder.
^Ami7 He's waiting for the day when he ^Fmaj7 gets me,

Pre-Chorus 1:

But I don't ^C need no ^Emi7 alibi - I'm a p ^Ami7 uppet on a s ^Fmaj7 tring.
I just ^C need this ^Emi7 stage to be s ^Ami7 , ^Fmaj7 een.
We all ^C need a p ^Emi7 antomime to rem ^Ami7 ind us what ^Fmaj7 is real.
Hold my ^C eye and k ^Emi7 now what it m ^Ami7 , ^Fmaj7 eans.

Chorus:

^Dmi I'm out of my ^Fmaj7 min-d
^C I'm out of my ^Emi mind

Verse 2:

^Dmi Judging by the look on the ^E7 organ-grinder,
^Ami7 He'll judge me by the fact that my ^Fmaj7 face don't fit.
^Dmi It's touching that the monkey sits ^E7 on my shoulder.
^Ami7 He's waiting for the day when he ^Fmaj7 gets me,

Pre-Chorus 2:

But I won't ^C be your ^Emi7 concubine - I'm a p ^Ami7 uppet not a ^Fmaj7 whore.
I just ^C need this ^Emi7 stage to be ^Ami7 , ^Fmaj7 seen.
Won't you ^C be a ^Emi7 friend of mine to r ^Ami7 emind me wha ^Fmaj7 t is real?
Hold my ^C heart and ^Emi7 see that it ^Ami7 , ^Fmaj7 bleeds.

Chorus:

^Dmi I'm out of my ^Fmaj7 min-d
^C I'm out of my ^Emi mind