Misunderstood    (midi)

 

    D - G (2x)

 

   D                                      G     - D                                          G

1.    Tryin' to be misunderstood,       but it doesn't do me any good.

Bm                                           G                                      Em

    Love the way they smile at me, held that face for eternity,

                                    A

    now let them all fly off.

 

Em                                  - G                              - D                            A

     When it comes down,      it all comes down,       you will not be found.

Em                        - G                    - D                               A        - - -

     When it’s over,       it's all over,        even if I make a sound.

 

D                             G    - D                                     G

    I'll be misunderstood        by the beautiful and good in this city.

D                               G           - Em                            A

    None of this was planned,           take me by the hand,

                                       D

just don't try and understand.

 

                                         G     - D                                             G

2. Tryin’ to be misunderstood,         just a product of my childhood,

Bm                                      G                                          Em

    and still I find myself outside, you can't say I haven't tried,

                                    A

    perhaps I tried too hard.  

 

Em                    - G                                    - D                         A

    No excuses,        you won't apologize,        or justify your lies.

Em                       - G                           - D                           A

    Come find me,        tell them to me,       look me in the eyes.

 

+ CHORUS

 

D                                     G     - D                                                       G

    Can't forgive, sorry to say,        you don't know you're guilty anyway,

D                                               G                                D

    isn't it funny how we don't speak the language of  love.

 

(orig. = capo 2nd)    (Robbie Williams)