Аккорды Taylor Swift - Fresh Out The Slammer - High Infidelity
[Intro] Amaj7 Dmaj7 Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you Amaj7 Dmaj7 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to Amaj7 Fresh out the slammer [Verse 1] Amaj7 Another summer taking cover F#m7 Dmaj7 A Rolling thunder, he don't understand me Amaj7 F#m7 Dmaj7 A Splintered back in winter, silent dinner, bitter he was with her in dreams Amaj7 Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels F#m7 Handcuffed to the spell I was under Dmaj7 A For just one hour of sunshine Amaj7 Years of labor, locks, and ceilings F#m7 In the shade of how he was feeling Dmaj7 A It's gonna be alright, I did my time [Chorus] Amaj7 Dmaj7 Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you Amaj7 Dmaj7 Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to Amaj7 Fresh out the slammer [Verse 2] Amaj7 Camera flashes, welcome bashes F#m7 Dmaj7 A Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge Amaj7 F#m7 As I said in my letters now that I know better Dmaj7 A I will never lose my baby again Amaj7 My friends tried but I wouldn't hear it F#m7 Watched me daily disappearing Dmaj7 A For just one glimpse of his smile Amaj7 All those nights he kept me going F#m7 Swirled you into all of my poems Dmaj7 A Now we're at the starting line, I did my time [Chorus] Amaj7 F#m7 Dmaj7 Now, pretty baby, I'm running to the house we still wait up in A That porch light gleams Amaj7 F#m7 To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams Dmaj7 And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway A Amaj7 Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake Amaj7 F#m7 Dmaj7 Here at the park where we used to sit on children's swings A Amaj7 F#m7 Wearing imaginary rings Dmaj7 A But it's gonna be alright, I did my time [Refrain] Cm Bb F Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Cm Bb F Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? Cm Bb F You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love Cm Bb F The slowest way is never loving them enough [Chorus] Bb High infidelity Gm Put on your records and regret meeting me Eb I bent the truth too far tonight Bb F I was dancing around, dancing around it Bb High infidelity Gm Put on your headphones and burn my city Eb Your picket fence is sharp as knives Bb F I was dancing around, dancing around it [Outro] Dmaj7 A But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
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