Real Friends

Real Friends

Dead
Composição de (David Knox,eric Haines,kyle Fasel,brian Blake,dan Lambton)
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Spit in my face, tell me I didn't mean what I said 
 A                                 C#m      Bm 
I'll take those words with me when I'm dead 
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Open your mouth and contradict everything you said last summer 
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I don't even know you anymore, anymore 

E, A, E, A F#m G#m 

E                            F#m                             C#m         A 
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to 
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When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won't keep you warm like I do 
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You'll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees 
E                        C#m A E 
You'll be thinking of me 

A                              F#m          E                    C#m 
Maybe I'll run away from home, fake my own death and see if you really care 
                E                                           A 
A week goes by, I doubt you'll be waiting around for me at all 
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No matter how many times I walk up my driveway, you won't be there 
      E                              A  
You're nowhere to be found because everything you said was a lie 

E, A, E, A F#m G#m 

E                            F#m                             C#m         A 
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to 
E                                                      F#m            
When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won't keep you warm like I do 
           C#m                   A             E 
You'll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees 
E                        C#m A E 
You'll be thinking of me 

E, A, E, A 

A                                 E 
You wanted me when I was running away 
                     A 
I needed you when I ripped your heart out 
                   E 
I can't count the times we fell apart 
             A  
We can't go back, it's not the same 
             E 
We can't go back, it's not the same 
             A 
We can't go back, it's not the same 
             E                   F#m 
We can't go back, it's not the-- 

E                            F#m                             C#m         A 
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to 
E                                                      F#m            
When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won't keep you warm like I do 
           C#m                   A             E 
You'll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees 
E                        C#m A E 
You'll be thinking of me 

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When something's fallen apart as many times as us 
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I can't put it back together, it's not the same

Enviado por: Victor Borges

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