D Asus4 F#m G
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
D G
Sat In Vicky Park…
Asus4 G
Let it all out, to a bottle, on a bench.
D G
He said this city, is a criminal, a highway man, a thief.
Asus4
Stole my perseverance,
It made off with my mental health,
G
It dumped me off at tower bridge with concrete on my feet and I’m struggling.
D G
Oh and I’m struggling.
Asus4
I’m looking for some guidance,
Can you spare an ounce of strength?
G
So I can take this fucking sorry arse of mine back home to bed.
D Asus4 F#m G
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
And the bottle it said…
D
Everybody makes decisions they regret sometimes,
F#m Asus4
Everyone makes certain judgements based on plans that never seem to find their way to a conclusion.
G
They change tact, they double back on promises they’ve made to themselves.
D F#m
But you won’t find the answers at the bottom of a bottle,
Asus4
Cheap cider never paved the way for any kind of progress to be made.
G
But for what it’s worth, it’s one thing that I know,
F#m
You’ve got to let some parts die to let other parts grow.
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D Asus4
You’ll always make mistakes, you’ll always fuck shit up.
F#m
You will sometimes make bad choices and blame that shit on bad luck.
G
You will often face decisions that you do not want to make,
D
And you’ll find yourselves on paths that you did not mean to take.
There is always an answer.
Asus4
There is always a lesson.
F#m
A lining of silver around every situation.
G
And asking for help is not the same thing as failing.
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