BEN.
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1. Ben, the two of us need look no more,
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we both found what we were looking for.
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With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone.
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And you my friend will see, you've got a friend in me.
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2. Ben, you're always running here and there,
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you feel you're not wanted anywhere.
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If you ever look behind, and don't like what you find,
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there's something you should know, you've got a place to go.
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I used to say :
I and me. Now it's us,
now it's we.
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I used to say :
I and me. Now it's us,
now it's we.
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3. Ben, most people would turn you away,
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I don't listen to a word they say.
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They don't see you as I do, I wish they would try to,
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I'm sure they'd think again, if they had a friend like Ben,
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like Ben,
like Ben
ME AND MR JONES:
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E7
Nobody stands in between me and my man,
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G9
It's me And Mr Jones, (me and Mr Jones).
Verse 1:
(G7)
Cmaj7
C6
Cmaj7
What kind of fuckery is this?
C6
Dm
Dm7
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig. (Oh Slick Rick).
Dm
Dm7
Dm
Dm7
C#7
And thought I didn't love you when I did, (when I did).
G7
Cmaj7
C6
Cmaj7 C6
Can't be-lieve you played me out like that.
Verse 2:
Cmaj7
C6
Cmaj7
No you ain't worth guest list,
C6
Dm
Dm7
Plus one of all them girls you kiss, (all them girls).
Dm
Dm7
Dm
Dm7
G7#5
You can't keep lying to your-self like this (to your-self).
G7
Cmaj7 C6
Cmaj7 C6
Can't be-lieve you played your-self like this.
Bridge 1:
Cmaj7
C6
Cmaj9
C6
Rulers one thing, but come Brixton,
F7
Fm6
Nobody stands in be-tween me and my man,
Em7
Ebm7
Dm7
G7
'Cos it's me and Mr Jones, (Me and Mr Jones).
Verse 3:
Cmaj7
C6 Cmaj7
What kind of fuckery are we?
C6
Dm
Dm7
Nowa-days you don't mean dick to me, (dick to me).
Dm
Dm7
C#7
I might let you make it up to me, (make it up).
G7
Cmaj7
C6 Cmaj7 C6
Who's playing Saturday?
Verse 3:
G7
Cmaj7
C6
Cmaj7
What kind of fuckery are you?
C6
Dm
Dm7
Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew.
Dm
Dm7
G7#5
But I could swear that we were through, (we were through).
G7
Cmaj7
C6
Cmaj7 C6
I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do.
Bridge 2:
Cmaj7 C6
Cmaj9
C6
Mr
Destiny, nine and fourteen.
F7
Fm6
Nobody stands in be-tween me and my man,
Em7
Ebm7
Dm7
G7
G7b9
'Cos it's me and Mr Jones, me and Mr Jones...
Cmaj7
BACK TO BLACK
Intro:
Dm
Gm
Bb
Verse 1:
Dm
Gm
He left no time to re-gret,
Bb
A
Kept his dick wet, with his same old safe bet.
Dm
Gm
Me... and my head high,
Bb
A
And my tears dry; get on without my guy.
Verse 2:
Dm
Gm
You went back to what you knew,
Bb
A
So far removed, from all that we went through.
Dm
Gm
And I... tread a troubled track,
Bb
A
My odds are stacked; I'll go back to black.
Chorus 1:
Dm
Gm
We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb
A
(n.C)
(Dm)
You go back to her and I go back to...I go back to us.
Verse 3:
Dm
Gm
I love you much,
Bb
A
It's not e-nough; you love blow and I love puff.
Dm
Gm
And life is like a pipe,
Bb
A
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.
Chorus 2:
Dm
Gm
We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb
A
You go back to her and I go back to...
Dm
Gm
We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb
A
You go back to her and I go back to...
Break:
(n.C)
Bridge 1:
Dm
Black...
F
Black...
Gm
black,
A
black.
Dm
Black...
F
Black...
Gm
black,
A
A7
I go back to... I go back to...
Chorus 3:
Dm
Gm
We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb
A
You go back to her and I go back to...
Dm
Gm
We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.
Bb
A
Dm
You go back to her and I go back to black.
YOU KNOW IM NO GOOD
Dm
Gm
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
A7
Dm
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt
Gm
You say, What did you do with him today?
A7
Dm
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Gm
Cause you're my fella, my guy
E7
Hand me your stella and fly
F
By the time I'm out the door
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A7
You tear men down like Roger Moore
Dm
Am
E7
Am
I cheated myself like I knew I would
Dm
Am
E7
Am
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
Dm
Gm
Upstairs in bed with my ex boy
A7
Dm
He's in a place but I can't get joy
Gm
Thinking of you in the final throws
A7
Dm
This is when my buzzer goes
Gm
Run out to meet your chips and pitta
E7
You say, When we're married, cause you're not bitter
F
There'll be none of him no more
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A7
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
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Am
E7
Am
I cheated myself like I knew I would
Dm
Am
E7
Am
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
Dm
Gm
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
A7
Dm
We're like how we were again
Gm
I'm in the tub, you on the seat
A7
Dm
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Gm
Then you notice little carpet burn
E7
My stomach drops and my guts churn
F
You shrug and it's the worst
E7
A7
To truly stuck the knife in first
Dm
Am
E7
Am
I cheated myself like I knew I would
Dm
Am
E7
Am
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
Dm
Am
E7
Am
I cheated myself like I knew I would
Dm
Am
E7
Am
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
