[Intro: ]E   A   G#m  F#m  E 
 
E 
For all the things you said I'd never do 
E 
For all the things you said that were untrue 
E 
For all the times you made me feel alone 
E                            A 
Said I'd never make it on my own 
 
 
			     F#m 
Things are lookin' up for me now 
		   E 
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds 
				     A 
Its my turn now, won't be held down no 
			F#m 
Karma's gonna visit you too 
				 E 
You gotta pay for the things you put me through 
  G#m          A          B            E 
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah 
 
 
   A                                E 
I hope your hell is filled with magazines 
       A                                   E 
And on every page you see a big picture of me 
    A				       	   E 
And under every picture the caption should read 
    A	      G#m           F#m          E 
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me 
 
 
E 
For all the times you said "I got your back" 
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For all the times you stabbed me 
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For all the times you tried to hurt my pride 
E                                    A 
For all the pain I held down deep inside 
 
 
			     F#m 
Things are lookin' up for me now 
		   E 
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds 
				     A 
Its my turn now, won't be held down no 
			F#m 
Karma's gonna visit you too 
				 E 
You gotta pay for the things you put me through 
   G#m         A          B            E 
I hope you do, I hope you do,I hope you do 
 
 
   A                                E 
I hope your hell is filled with magazines 
       A                                   E 
And on every page you see a big picture of me 
    A					   E 
And under every picture the caption should read 
    A	      G#m           F#m         C#m 
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me 
 
 
A                                        F#m 
Needed to make me weak to make you feel stronger 
                                         C#m 
I know y'all bitches think I'm somewhere dyin' inside 
              A 
Oh, yeah poor Kina, she went home 
                        F#m 
She couldn't take it no longer 
 
 
                         G#m         A    B    E 
But I'm, right here, I'm right here, Ohhhh, ohhh 
 
 
   A                                E 
I hope your hell is filled with magazines 
       A                                   E 
And on every page you see a big picture of me 
    A					   E 
And under every picture the caption should read 
    A	      G#m           F#m         E (intro) 
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me 
 
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Contribuição: Bianca Garavello([email protected])