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Sort Yourself Out chords by Neck Deep

  • D

  • Em

  • Bm

    2
  • G

  • A

Intro 1
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Em
Bm
G
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Em
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Verse 1
Em
Bm
Did you notice how I'm feeling?
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D
I thought you might feel the same
Em
Bm
Going back and losing track, so
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D
I'll repeat myself again
Em
I've made mistakes,
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G
you've broken promises
D
Em
Bm
I could win a fucking medal for the
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D
A
D
G
most apologies
D
A
G
Apologies, apologies
D
I could buy her flowers,

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Verse 2
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A
G
but it never fucking works
D
It's like a loaded gun,
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G
it's like dynamite and a match to her
D
Guess you could say that
A
she's explosive
Bm
G
She says, "Boy, you're corrosive,
D
A
D
sort yourself out, sort yourself out"
Verse 3
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Em
Notice me
Bm
I'm trying here so des
G
D
Em
perately to find certainty
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G
Not sure if I can be your
D
peace of mind
Em
I'm never gonna be,
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G
D
I'm never gonna be what you want if you don't trust me
Em
So, what's it gonna be?
Bm
Tell me who are,
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and tell me what you really think
Tell me what you really
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think
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G
Verse 4
D
I could buy her flowers,
A
G
but it never fucking works
D
It's like a loaded gun,
A
G
it's like dynamite and a match to her
D
Guess you could say that
A
she's explosive
Bm
G
D
She says, "Boy, you're corrosive, sort yourself out,
A
D
sort yourself out"
Interlude 1
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Em
Bm
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D
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And to
Verse 5
be honest,
A
D
G
D
it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
A
G
When you stay up for hours
doing nothing
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A
Fucking thinking 'bout the future
G
It's mental kama sutra
D
A
D
G
Sort yourself out, sort yourself out
Verse 6
D
I could buy her flowers,
G
but it never fucking works
D
It's like a loaded gun,
A
G
it's like dynamite and a match to her
D
A
Guess you could say that she's explosive
Bm
G
She says, "Boy, you're corrosive,
D
A
D
sort yourself out, sort yourself out"
Verse 7
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And to be honest,
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it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
A
When you stay up for
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hours doing nothing
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A
Fucking drank all my kombucha
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G
And play dumb just 'cause it suits ya
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A
D
Sort yourself out, sort yourself out
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