Аккорды Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Department
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[Intro] D [Verse 1] C You left your typerwriter at my apartment F Straight from the tourtured poets department C I think some things I never say F Like, "Who uses typerwriters anyway?" Am G But you're in self-sabotage mode C Throwing spikes down on the road F But I've seen this episode and still love the show Am C Who else decodes you? [Chords] C F And who's gonna hold you like me? C F And who's gonna know you if not me? I laughed in your face and said, Dm C "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. F C This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots." F And who's gonna hold you like me? C Nobody F No-fucking-body F Nobody [Verse 2] C You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate F We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist C I scratch your head, you fall asleep F Like a tattooed golden retriever Am G C But you awakened with dread, pounding nails in your head F But I've read this one where you come undone Am C I chose this cyclone with you [Chorus] C F And who's gonna hold you like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?) C F And who's gonna know you if not me? (Who's gonna know you?) I laughed in your face and said, Dm C "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. F C This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots." F And who's gonna hold you like me? C F C F [Bridge] C Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me F But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave C And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen F Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be C F 'Cause we're crazy C F So tell me, who else is gonna know me? Am G At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger, and C F Put it on the one people put wedding rings on Am G And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding [Alt Chorus] C F And who's gonna hold you? ...Me C F And who's gonna know you? ...Me Dm C And you're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. F C This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're two idiots. G And who's gonna hold you? C F C F [Outro] Am G You left your typerwriter at my apartment C F Straight from the tourtured poets department Am G C F Who else decodes you? C F C F
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