Date: Fri, January 2 1998
From: Peter Ferragine (iginition@yesic.com) with a little help from the mag.
Group: Silverchair
Album: Freak Show
Released: 1997 epic records
Track: 12
Title: nobody came

**tuning DADABE, weird eh?**

^ - bend


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interlude

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then...

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solo - wah wah is used


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lyrics

laying lost and wounded, just myself to blame
have no life and being hand fed pain
head's a crying wasteland, filled with shame
cried for help before and nobody came
his father beats him, no hesitation
his face left dripping in humiliation
as he lies wounded, his father turns to clay
a frozen statue, can't walk away
head's a crying wasteland, filled with shame
cried for help before and nobody came
to see what i can lose again, for being the victim
no