Beautiful South - Number One Fan, аккорды

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I was handed down the looks of a man with a broken nose
          
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That's the way our family was I suppose
       
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But at least you gave me deeply profound
      
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As we lay and chattered late upon the cricket ground

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You didn'd have to love me
     
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Where others got rid
                     
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You didn't have to treat me like a very good friend
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But I'm glad you did
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I'm glad that you did

 
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One thing I never said to you
     
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And one thing I never can
             
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Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers
 
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I'm you No. 1 fan
             
Amaj7
I'm you No. 1 fan

         
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I'm the richly blessed daughter of a mother with tatooed arms
          
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That's the way my family life, life was charmed
       
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But at least it gave me a mental grace
       
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And a thought at the pit of my mind and a smile on my face


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You didn't have to listen
    
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To a word that I'd said
                    
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You didn't have to tell me all those silly old jokes
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For every tear that I shed
                   
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Every tear that I shed

      
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'Cos one thing I never said to you
     
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And one thing I never can
             
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Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers
 
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I'm you No. 1 fan
             
Amaj7
I'm you No. 1 fan

       
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I was handed down a bike with a crooked old wheel
      
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But I rode it on a million lanes the way that you made me feel
       
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But at least we thought about it so long and so hard
     
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As we sat upon our mother in the graveyard

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And you don't have to listen
    
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To a word in this song
                       
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You picture hangs the same and in the same old place
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Even though that you've gone
                         
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Even though that you've gone

      
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'Cos one thing I never said to you
     
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And one thing I never can
             
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Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers
 
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I'm you No. 1 fan
             
Amaj7
I'm you No. 1 fan


Yes I am

I'm your No. 1 fan