Pulp - Styloroc (Nites of Suburbia) Chords

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_ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ After [Dm] many weeks [E] in the wilderness, we came upon a strange exotic land.
I liked the happy hours, [F#] _ but the skies were always grey [E] and the food and reception decreased.
_ We drank strange dark rum [C] liquor and our [E] stomachs swelled up like bubbles.
_ A thousand fake orgasms every [C] night, behind a [Em] thick tree-lined cage. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] They _ [Em] _
_ go on and [Dm] on [C] and on and [Em] _ on. _ _ _
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_ [C] _ _ We _ _ [Em] _
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[D] sank [C] back into more PDC [A] stuffers,
outside [Em] the dogs, round the streets and the road [D] camps must have been great.
[C] But now we've [F#] grown so fat we can no longer [Em] pass the dogs.
Stay with [C] us.
It's about to get black hair, [E] you need brine eye on them.
_ _ Stay.
[C] The skies are [E] suburbia.
Go on. _ _ _
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_ On.
On.
[G] On.
On.
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[Em] _ _ _ _ Go! _ _
Stay.
_ _ [D] _ [E] _ [F#] Stay.
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[F] Stay.
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_ _ _ Stay.
I know [E] how to [D] be [C] fat.
_ [Em] _ _ Not me.
[D] Right.
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