F# wish I could lye in the sun same things as anyone B wish I could lye down there F# with my feet high in the air F# I have a drink in my hand read words from a newspaperstand B wish I could lye in the sun F# wish I could fly like everyone C# same things as anyone same things as anyone Chorus: B but you burn me up, you paint my skin, F# C# in bad designsthat aint even in My skin's crawling up the wall Into the the ocean I'd love to fall I hear the sounds but they ain't the same As feeling them with you two feet away There's always more worse of than me Suppose I'm lucky I can even see All the people that I'd like to be Passing me by everyday in the street The same things as anyone The same things as anyone Chorus: But you burn me up, you paint my skin In bad designs that ain't even in I got good lungs, I got a good heart My mind is fit and my feet can walk Here I am in the shade on the street Asking people for money to eat What did I ever do to deserve this? Did I kill a child or something worse? The same things as anyone What's the reason, baby make you feel How much more fortunate you are than me | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# F# B |