The Downtown Fiction

The Downtown Fiction

No Typical Thursday Night
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Intro: D  G  D  G 

          D                         A            G 
Can't you see I'm intrigued, by the way that you speak 
    D                                   A G 
The words come out like pinball machines 
       D                           A                 G 
You're clever with your metaphors, burn me with your wit 
  D                                   A              G 
I bet you think the pain you feel, is hidden by your grit 
    A 
I'm sure you've made a few mistakes 
      A 
Which anyone was bound to make 
    A                                             A 
But you're not to blame, it's part of the game, I just wanna know your name, so 

G                       Bm 
I don't care if we just met 
                    G 
I'll kiss you, no regret 
                        Bm       A 
I've played it safe one too many times before 
G                      Bm                             A 
Why look up to the sky when all the stars are in your eye? 
   A 
No typical Thursday night 

( D  G  D  G ) 

        D                             A         G 
All the states look the same, passing by on the train 
    D                       A G 
The faces of a losing campaign 
    D                            A                 G 
But I don't wanna be the one who crashes all their dreams 
    D                            A                 G 
And I don't wanna be the one who says all of those things 
    A 
I'm sure you've heard this one before 
     A 
Your hand gets shut between the door 
    A 
But you're not to blame, it's part of the game 
  A 
I just wanna know your name, so 

G                       Bm 
I don't care if we just met 
                    G 
I'll kiss you, no regret 
                        Bm       A 
I've played it safe one too many times before 
G                      Bm                             A 
Why look up to the sky when all the stars are in your eye? 
      A 
We're searching for reasons why 
G 
Those things we never said 
Bm 
Those things we never did 
G 
They'll come right back to haunt you 
Bm 
One chance you'll never undo 
G                         Bm                               A 
Why stop to watch the time, when our last chance is flying by? 
   A                      G 
No typical Thursday night

Enviado por: Paulo Rocha Antunes

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