Too Good For This World - Crowded House

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[Intro]
  


[Verse 1]
   
Go quickly my 

dear, fly like

 the wind

Look at you ch

ief, your wing

s are magnific

ent
    
The air is ali

ve, there’s a 

mob set on vio

lence
            
There must be 

              
a way to escap

              
e from the fol

        
lies of men
              
I may never se

          
e sailor again
              
If you see her

             
, tell her I l


ove her
              
Maybe one day 

              
it will all ma

   
ke sense
         
But if I have 

to leave her


[Chorus]
             
I must be too 

              
good for this 


world
              
I must believe

            
 that I can re

ach the sky
             
My feathers ar

              
e flowing and 

           
my wings unfur

led
              
I must be too 

     
good for this 

world


[Verse 2]
           
The dream was 

              
so real, it wa

  
s truly divine
       
We made heaven

ly love, I saw

 God for a mom

ent
           
I would if I c

           
ould but I can

’t reach him n

ow
            
He’s been carr

              
ied away on a 

              
horse with his

             
 head in the c


louds
           
My sailor, my 

           
island, my dre

am
              
There will alw

              
ays be blue sk

   
ies above her
           
She was just t

              
he right size 

    
for me
         
But if I have 

to leave her


[Chorus]
             
I must be too 

              
good for this 


world
              
I must believe

            
 that I can re

ach the sky
             
My feathers ar

              
e flowing and 

           
my wings unfur

led
              
I must be too 

     
good for this 

world


[Post-Chorus]
          
These little t

             
hings are sent

    
 to try us
          
These little w

             
ings were mean

     
t to fly
          
These little t

             
hings are sent

    
 to try us
          
These little w

             
ings were mean

     
t to fly


[Bridge]
           
 I gave myself

    
 to love
              
It seemed so s

       
imple, ah
              
But I only mad

         
e things worse

 and goodness 

is a curse


[Chorus]
             
I must be too 

              
good for this 


world
              
I must believe

            
 that I can re

ach the sky
             
My feathers ar

              
e flowing and 

           
my wings unfur

led
              
I must be too 

     
good for this 

world


[Outro]
          
These little t

             
hings are sent

    
 to try us
          
These little w

             
ings were mean

     
t to fly
          
These little t

             
hings are sent

    
 to try us
          
These little w

             
ings were mean

     
t to fly

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