Rich Kids Blues Teclado

	  Intro: 
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Bubble, bubble straight to my head 
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The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar 
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You're bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed 
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When nobody can save me 
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Cause the smoke is my baby, baby 


 
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   Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways 
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Mama, there's nothing you can do or say 



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I got the rich kids blues 
           A 
And it got nothing to do with you 
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I got the rich kids blues 
            A 
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through 


Solo 
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Wire, wire over my head 
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Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" 
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And the sires, sires outta your bed 
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For delirious gestures are so easily misread 



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   Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste 
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Mama, there's nothing you can do or say 



          C#m 
I got the rich kids blues 
           A 
And it got nothing to do with you 
          C#m 
I got the rich kids blues 
            A 
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through 
          C#m 
I got the rich kids blues 
           A 
And it got nothing to do with you 
          C#m 
I got the rich kids blues 
            A 
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through 


Outro 
                C#m               A 
Mama, I got the rich kids blues 
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Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways 
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Mama, I got the rich kids blues