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The Vines - Down at the club

c g am g
I sat upon the stage where the audience was paid
fm g
to watch the real men of the night
c g am g
i didnt have a clue what all the others tried to do
fm g
so i keep steeling for the light

corus
f fm c c/b am
so, why do you make me say your lies
f fm
why do you make me say

(NEXT VERSE)

(then)
c
Down at the club where the average men go
fm
he doesnt ask much for his money
c
hes goin to work well hes goin to be late
fm
he presses his luck its not funny

(i think thats about it)