A# F C Ain't it funny how they're all CleopatraA# F C When you gaze into their pastA# F C When you find out about their birth signsA# F C You realize there was no need to have askedA# F C All the history of a soul in tormentA# F C Ingrained in a hand or a faceA# F C Ain't it funny how they all fire the pistolA# F C At the wrong end of the race [Chorus]Cm I am going round and roundI am going round and round I am going round and roundC I am going roundF Going round and round [Verse 2]A# F C There's a man going through your dust binA# F C Only this time he's looking for foodA# F C There's a tear in his eye, you don't know himA# F C Oh but you know what he's going throughA# F C Ain't it funny that you can't seem to help himA# F C Feeling sick as he staggers awayA# F C Is it weird that you hate a strangerA# F C Can a detail correct your dismay [Chorus]Cm I am going round and round I am going round and round I am going round and roundC I am going roundF Going round and round
In A Hand Or A Face
Who
- A#
- C
- Cm
- F
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Tom:
- A#
- C
- Cm
- F