Robbie Williams - Life Thru A Lens (Williams/Chambers)

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Transcribed by he_rocker@hotmail.com
 http://www.geocities.com/he_rocker
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Chords:

A       x02220
A/E     xx222x
Amaj7   x02120
Bm      x24432
C       x32010
C#      x46664
C#7     x46464
D       xx0232
D/F#    2x0232
D7      xx0212
D#m7b5  xx1222
E       022100  
Em/G    3x2003
F       133211
Fmaj7   xx3210
Fmaj9   1x2010
F#m     xx4222
F#m*    244222    
F#m/E#  xx3222
G       320033


Intro:

|N.C.|


Chorus:

A                        
  Wake up on Sun-day morn-ing

Amaj7
  Ev-'ry-thing feels so bor-ing

G
 Is that where it ends_

D/F#
 With your life thru a lens_


Verse 1:

D                                        
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black 

F                                  
She should-n't wear this, she should-n't wear that 

C                            G                                   D
Pleas-ure and leis-ure, make mine a doub-le meas-ure with friends_

D
Fash-ion Tar-dis down in quo ver-dis 

F                                
Who laughs the long-est who tries the hard-est

C                            G                                   D
Pleas-ure and leis-ure, make mine a doub-le meas-ure with friends_


Pre-Chorus:

F#m                    F#m/E#       
 Just be-cause I ain't dou-ble bar-reled 

A/E          D#m7b5                  D7
Don't mean I have-n't trav-elled well_ 

             |C# C#7|
Can't-you-tell_

F#m         F#m/E#
 Oh no it's quite ap-pall-ing 

A/E           D#m7b5                   D7 
 Your con-ver-sa-tion's bor-ing as hell_ 

       A                       
Oh well_  


Chorus:


Wake up on Sun-day morn-ing

Amaj7
  Ev-'ry-thing feels so bor-ing

G
 Is that where it ends_

D/F#
 With your life thru a lens_

A
 And now your boy-friend's sus-pi-cious 

Amaj7                      
 So go home and wash the dish-es 

Bm   F#m*      E
 And wash them well 

G   D       A    |N.C.*½| 
 So he cant tell


Verse 2:

D
She's loo-king real drab just out of re-hab

F     
I'm talk-ing foot-ball, shes talk-ing Ab fab

C                            G                                D
Your clothes are ve-ry kitch just be-cause your dad-dy is rich_

    D        
You sound so fun-ny with your voice all plum-my

         F                            
Now your cheque's just bounced, bet-ter run to your mum-my

        C                      G                            D
And you know it's a class act, she'll ne-ver ask for it back_


Pre-Chorus:

F#m                    F#m/E#       
 Just be-cause I ain't dou-ble bar-reled 

A/E          D#m7b5                  D7
Don't mean I have-n't trav-elled well_ 

              A   
Can't-you-tell_  


Chorus:


Mix with the lo-cal gen-try 

Amaj7 
And don't crash Tar-quin's Bent-ley

G
  I'll take of-fence_ 

D/F#
 With a life thru a lens_

A
 You're scared of the poor and need-y

Amaj7
 Is that why you're all in-breed-y

Bm       F#m*      E
 They're just like you 

G     D         A   |A*½|
 They need love too


Instr:

|Amaj7|  |Em/G|  |Fmaj9*7 G*1|


Chorus:

A                        
  Wake up on Sun-day morn-ing

Amaj7
  Ev-'ry-thing feels so bor-ing

G
 Is that where it ends_

D/F#
 With your life thru a lens_

A
 And now your boy-friend's sus-pi-cious 

Amaj7                      
 So go home and wash the dish-es 

G
 And wash them well_ 

G
  So he can't tell_


Outro:

|A|  |Amaj7|  |G|  |Fmaj7 G A A|