Capo 1 allows for simplified chords, play along with the song to get used to the changing of chords.
(chords with an (*) mean change quicker)

[intro]
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[verse 1]
 
I   remember t

he sickness wa

s forever
       
I     remember

         
 snuff videos
     
Cold September

s
The distances we covered
              
The fist fight

   
s on the  beac

h
              
The Bizzies ro

      
und us up
              
Do it all agai

      
n next week
An embryonic love
              
The first time

   
 that it scarr

ed
              
Embarrass your

        
self for someo

ne
             
Crying like a 

child
And the boy who kicked Tom’s head in
        
Still bugs me 


now
              
That’s the thi

     
ng it lingers
              
And claws you 

            
when you’re do

wn

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[verse 2]

I was far too 

scared to hit 

him
              
But I would hi

          
t him in a hea

     
rtbeat now
              
That’s the thi

       
ng with anger
              
It begs to sti

      
ck around
So it can fleece you of your beauty
              
And leave you 

          
spent with now

    
t to offer
              
It makes you h

              
urt the ones w

  
ho love you
              
You hurt them 

             
like they’re n

othing

       
oh oo wuh ah u

       
h oh ah oh
              
You hurt them 

             
like they’re n

othing

       
oh oo wuh ah u

       
h oh ah oh
You hurt them like they’re nothing

       
oh oo wuh ah u

       
h oh ah oh

 

[verse 3]
[spoken]

See I spent my

 teens enraged
         
Spiralling in 


silence
              
And I armed my

           
self with a gr

in
              
Cause I was al

              
ways the fucki

   
n' joker
[sung]

Buried in thei

r humour
              
Amongst the wh

        
ite noise and 


boys' boys
              
Locker room ta

      
lkin' lads' la

ds
              
Drenched in ch

              
eap drink and 


snide fags
A mirrored picture of my old man
           
Oh God the kid

  
’s a dab hand
              
Canny chanter,

        
 but he looks 

sad
              
God, the kid l

     
ooks so sad

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God, the kid l

     
ooks so sad

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[verse 4]
          
She said the d

ebt, the debt,

 the debt
So I thought about shifting gear
       
And how she we

pt and wept an

d wept

Luck came and 

died round her

e
         
I see my mothe

r
The DWP see a number
              
She cries on t

    
he floor   enc

umbered
              
I’m seventeen 

      
going under
              
I’m seventeen 

      
going under

[outro]

        
oh oo wuh   ah

      
 oh uh oh
              
I’m seventeen 

      
going under
    
uh-oh
        
oh oo wuh   ah

      
 oh uh oh
              
I’m seventeen 

      
going under
    
uh-oh
        
oh oo wuh   ah

      
 oh uh oh
              
I’m seventeen 

      
going under
    
uh-oh
        
oh oo wuh   ah

      
 oh uh oh
      
oh oo wuh ah o

h uh oh
        
oh oo wuh   ah

      
 oh uh oh

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