Verse 1:
Dm               C
 Revolving doors, what have I done?
Dm               C
 Someone on the TV, a tepid loss
Dm           C                  Dm
 Revolving doors, what will I become?
   C
 a redneck song

Chorus 1:
C              Gm
 Paid up for seven
C                   Gm
 But he only got an eight now, now
Dm                 C                 Dm
 I feel that I'm paused by all the pills
            C
 I see no wrong in here

Interlude: Dm C Dm C

            Dm
On a foggy day
                                C
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Dm                              C
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Dm              C
I sit in a diner and the Beatles play
Dm                              C
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)

Chorus 2:
C                  Gm
 I'm paid up for a seven
C               Gm
 But I only got S.O. eight, oh, now
Dm                 C                 Dm
 I feel that I'm paused by all the pills
            C
 I seem to run out here
Dm                              C
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Dm                              C
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)

Verse 2:
Dm        C
 Revolving doors
Dm C                           Dm        C
    It's stormy on the eastern sea board
                     Dm     C
He got silver up his night

Chorus 3:
C               Gm    C  C 
 He paid up for three
             Dm
But got only two
Dm                              C
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Dm                              C
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)

Outro:
(nc)
Then he said

Seems I was born for this

Seems I was born to this
(nc)
Revolving doors

Revolving doors
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