Ben Lee 
Cigarettes Will Kill You 

Transcribed by Rob Di Toro
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Main Riff:

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B:--------------------------------------------- 
G:--------------------------------------------- 
D:------5----3---5--------------5----3--5------
A:-6------------------------------------------- 
E:------------------------6-------------------- 
 
 
 
e:--------------------------------------------- 
B:--------------------------------------------- 
G:--------------------------------------------- 
D:------5----3--5----------------5----3p1------
A:-3------------------------------------------- 
E:------------------------5-------------------- 
 

End Riff:
                    x3                        
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B:----------------------|-------------------------| 
G:o--------------------o|-------------------------| 
D:o-------5----3---5---o|-----------5----3--5-----|
A:---6------------------|-------------------------| 
E:----------------------|-----6-------------------| 

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Intro: main riff x2
 

Verse:
 
C#m                     B                            A 
You throw me in a pan, you cook me in a can, You stretch me with your hands. 

C#m                          B                                       A 
You love to watch me bake, You serve me up with cake and that's your big mistake.
 
C#m                      F#                   B                             A        
Your guest comes in dressed smart, you offer a la carte, You didn't have the heart... 
 
 
 
 
Chorus: [main riff x2]
 
   E  B                      C#m        A 
And  I... want a T.V embrace- 

   E  B                       C#m                   A 
And  I... I'm getting off your boil-ing plate. 


   A 
They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream and then be gone; 
                                                      E  
I wish I could say that everyone was wrong... 
 [main riff x2]



Verse 2:
  
You left me burned and seared, You left me ripped and teared, And older than my years- 

I should have known at first, That you would leave me hurt, You had to try dessert- 

No way to let off steam, Don't bother milk or cream, No way to let off steam... 
 
 
[Chorus]
 

 
It must feel good to stand above me, while I make you so proud of me. 
It must feel good that now I'm gone,
I wish I could say that everyone was wrong...
[End Riff x4}


(you throw me in a pan, you cook me with your hands, you stretch me with your hands) 
I wish everyone was wrong...

(you love to watch me bake, you serve me up with cake and thats your big mistake) 
I wish everyone was wrong...

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