Radio London (1990) Up In Smoke > D Hm A D Book of love in front of me > G D A Tries to bite my chin; > D Hm A D Angel right behind my shoulder > G D A Waits to do me in; > Hm G I wish I had a heart > Hm A To walk me like a dog - > D A G D But life's a sweet thing, > G D Going up in smoke. Used to be a passenger, Now they take me as their own; Used to be a fisher-king But now my cross is gone. I wish I had some faith, But all I do is talk - And life's a sweet thing, Going up in smoke. We could be engineers, We could drive a coach; Could be real New Age With positive approach. I wish I still could laugh, I wish it was a joke - But life's a sweet thing, Going up in sm |
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