Chronic Sunshine - Cosmo Pyke
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Tuning: Standard, E A D G B E
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Because I've h
ad enough of a
ll this contro
versy
I've been affe
cted and I can
't lie
That shit quit
e frankly both
ers me
She said she s
aid you're the
man
I'm on togethe
r and I'm havi
ng doubts
We won't hurt
you or all you
r plans
Paraphernalia
and contraband
[Bridge]
I wasn't 'llow
ed to I was pr
oud to come
To terms with
germs and fuck
'ries in my li
fe
All I'm sayin'
is that's not
me, it could
be you for all
eternity
[Chorus]
Chronic sunshi
nes forever
You know that
it don't reall
y go
I'm getting sp
at out of Peck
ham
While you're c
ycling home
It's an ongoin
g circle
No sights to b
ehold (sights
to behold)
Vicious repeti
tions
While still cy
cling home
[Verse 2]
She said, she
said you're a
star, Cosmo
But you're a s
tar and we're
all star stuff
That rebounds
but first he o
ut comes weak
Before you kno
w you'll forgo
t what to spea
k
I just forgot
what I was thi
nking
All these blue
s have got me
sinking
I dropped it o
n the floor be
cause of your
missed call
The one you se
nt to me
[Bridge]
I wasn't 'llow
ed to I was pr
oud to come
To terms with
germs and fuck
'ries in my li
fe
All I'm sayin'
is that's not
me, it could
be you for all
eternity
[Chorus]
Chronic sunshi
nes forever
You know that
it don't reall
y go
I'm getting sp
at out of Peck
ham
While you're c
ycling home
It's an ongoin
g circle
No sights to b
ehold (sights
to behold)
Vicious repeti
tions
While still cy
cling home
[Outro]
In the stable
when I touch i
ron horses
A trainyard's
quiet when you
're using high
er forces
Like gravity I
'm running fas
ter than every
one
If I get caugh
t, big money,
I'm gone be sp
ending son
Eight cans of
bitter the plo
t thickens
Put my rucksac
k in the front
to get the pa
in quicker
It's all about
efficiency
Picture me ski
nny jeans runn
ing round, whe
re's your Dick
ies been, man
I have powers
to catch you s
traight away
Bun a big fat
zoot man I fuc
k the pain awa
y
Drug I hate mu
gs and getting
bake
Let me set it
straight a rea
l writer, let'
s just say he
gets his pay
This ain't a r
ap for a girl
or whatever
It's a rap wra
pped up for my
guilty pleasu
res
To fuck the le
isure before h
e left the mar
ks on my sweat
er
But I leave hi
m with this
Chronic sunshi
nes forever
While you're c
ycling home
It's an ongoin
g circle
No sights to b
ehold (sights
to behold)
Vicious repeti
tion
You're still c
ycling home
I'm still cycl
ing home