INTRO
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VERSE
Bm
Nobokov is sun-licked now
D
Upon the beach at Grunewald
Bm
Brilliant and naked just
G
The way that authors look
RIFF
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VERSE
Bm
Clare and Lady Manners drink
D
Until the other cows go home
Bm
Gossip till their lips are bleeding
G
Politics and all
RIFF
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CHORUS
Em A
I'd rather be high I'd rather be high
Em A
I'd rather be flying I'd rather be flying
Dm7
I'd rather be dead
F#m7
Or out of my head
Dm7 D
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
[A]
I'd rather be high
RIFF
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VERSE
Bm
The Thames was black the tower dark
D
I flew to Cairo find my regiment
Bm
City's full of generals
G
And generals full of shit
RIFF
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VERSE
Bm
I stumble to the graveyard
D
And I lay down by my parents whisper
Bm
Just remember duckies
G
Everybody gets got
RIFF
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CHORUS
Em A
I'd rather be high I'd rather be high
Em A
I'd rather be flying I'd rather be flying
Dm7
I'd rather be dead
F#m7
Or out of my head
Dm7 D
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
[A]
I'd rather be high
RIFF
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MIDDLE 8
D A
I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it
D A
I'm so afraid that I will lose it
E
I'd rather smoke and phone my ex
D7 [A]
Be pleading for some teenage sex yeah
RIFF
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CHORUS
Em A
I'd rather be high I'd rather be high
Em A
I'd rather be flying I'd rather be flying
Dm7
I'd rather be dead
F#m7
Or out of my head
Dm7 D
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
[A]
I'd rather be high
OUTRO (riff)
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I'd rather be flying I'd rather be high I'd rather be flying