Leatherface

^A Now I lie awake with tequila ^F#m sunrise, feeling like ^D shit –
^A Surprise, surprise –
^A by your lack of ^F#m impiety. ^D-A-D-A-D-A
(Chorus) A Bm D
And there's really never been a day-dream didn't leave me smilin'.
And as I get old ^A all I see makes l ^Bm ess sense to me. ^D
And there's really never been a day-dream ^A didn't leave me ^Bm smilin'. ^D
There's never be ^A en a dre ^Bm am, not even a wet dream, left m ^D e for him.
(Etc.)
There's something plastic surgery about this thing called a CD,
Something status quo ‘bout a rolled-up one pound note.
There's something a bit false teeth, you say, never brushed them anyway.
There's something credit note ‘bout the age that you can vote.
Now Dear, you said you sent a letter to me. I think I got it but I threw it away.
Something squeaky clean that makes me….
(Chorus)
There's really never been a day-dream didn't leave me smilin'.
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me.
And there's really never been a day-dream didn't leave me smilin'.
There's never been a dream, not even a dream, left me for him.
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