Forever Came Calling

Forever Came Calling

Dead Poets Honor
nível intermediario
Intro: E F# G#m B 

Verse: 

   E                F#        G#m            B 
I wish that I could say, “I’m giving you my best.”  
        E               F#            G#m             B 
To the people that I’m closest to this is my first collapse.  
             E        F#             G#m        B 
I spent the last few years trying to figure it out.  
            E                  F#                   G#m          B 
It left me hung up with lines like love first times, I hate the sound. 

Interlude: E F# G#m B 

Verse: 

   E                         
A sunny California has quaked to the rain,  
        G#m                          F#                E 
sun is sleeping in the ocean with a novelty tee that reads,  
                                        G#m 
“Fuck the stars. You know who you are.” 
             F# 
You know who you are. 


[Refrão]
B B/Bb B E I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed. G#m F# E Eyes closed, and I can’t stand this place that we’re from. G#m F# E Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done. E F# (It’s all I’ve got.) Verse: G#m F# E The lonely writer writes himself to sleep tonight B F# and if he can’t stay the same maybe you’re the one to blame. E F# G#m F# E I’ve seen everything I want inside of everything I’m not, B F# inside a small northern town where she’s too often found.
[Refrão]
B B/Bb B E I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed. B B/Bb B Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win. E I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live G#m F# E and I can’t stand this place that we’re from. G#m F# E Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done. E It’s all I’ve got. Interlude: E F# G#m B Bridge E F# G#m B Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love. E F# G#m B Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love. E F# G#m B E F# G#m B Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love.
[Refrão]
B E I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed. B B/Bb B Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win. E I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live G#m F# E and I can’t stand this place that we’re from. G#m F# E Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done.

Enviado por: Felipe Firpo

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