Trouble
by Voxtrot
from Your Biggest Fan EP

Intro (piano arranged for guitar):

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Gm C D# F

Gm (355333@1)                       CSomebody (x32010@1)told me you're a junkie now
                  D#And (x43121@3)that you've always been a junkie
        FMan (133211@1)I never would've guessed that

Gm (355333@1)                       CI (x32010@1)used to sit around and wonder how
       D# (x43121@3)                       FPeople (133211@1)fall into a trap just to stumble off the footpath

         D# (x43121@3)                 GmAnd (355333@1)it's all peace, love, and harmony
    D# (x43121@3)        GmTo (355333@1)fall Texas celebrity
D# (x43121@3)                 GmSecond (355333@1)nature to the youth scene
        FIt's (133211@1)a must see

(chorus)
Bb (x1333x@1)               GmUnderstand (355333@1)it's a curse
              F# (244322@1)              BbYou've (x1333x@1)got trouble in your blood
                      GmWrite (355333@1)a song second verse
       F#Underneath (244322@1)it there's a love

(postchorus)
Bb (x1333x@1)                       D# (x43121@3) Recognize the things you do
Gm (355333@1)                          D# (x43121@3) You're making mess for baby, you know who
Gm (355333@1)                      CIt (x32010@1)sounds impossible but man it's true
              D# (x43121@3)name="chord_133211@1">F
You are the bad,  the bad seed of this town


(Same as first verse)
I bought your record out on cherry red
It wasn't good well it was great
I believed it was the next step
Somebody phoned and said the dream is dead
He's just busy counting coppers
Man it makes me see red

(same as prechorus)
And it's all a part of a balance set
You don't deserve all the love you have
It's the fruit of life, but you throw it away like candy

(same as chorus)
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who

(same as chorus)
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man it's true
You are the bad, the bad seed of this town

Gm (355333@1)                           BbI've (x1333x@1)been boxing a match for one
                          CSeven (x32010@1)days in the Berlin sun
                                 Gm (355333@1)           FAll (133211@1)kinds of money and too much time I've been running
Gm (355333@1)                                BbAround (x1333x@1)once with town in a circle game
                            CDouble (x32010@1)fists and a single shame
                                 Gm (355333@1)          FOh, (133211@1)I am lost and lonely in the arms of London
       BbShe (x1333x@1)cries

(Having lots of trouble here)

I never would've done it
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parent's trust
I never would've slashed my parent's trust

I never would've done it
I never would've lied
I never would've done it
I never would've slashed my parent's trust
I never would've slashed my parent's trust
If I thought for a moment you would leave me with my big dreams

BbSlightly (x1333x@1)out of reach
D#Techno (x43121@3)on the beach
Bb (x1333x@1)                        D#I (x43121@3)bet you ever seen in my million dollar shorts
              BbYou (x1333x@1)have to give it up and try
     D#The (x43121@3)future you deny
  Bb (x1333x@1)                        D#Underneath (x43121@3)it all there's a motive to the force

(chorus)
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who

(chorus)
Understand it's a curse
You've got trouble in your blood
Write a song second verse
Underneath it there's a love
Recognize the things you do
You're making mess for baby, you know who
It sounds impossible but man it's true
You are the back, the backseat of this town