Аккорды Winnetka Bowling League - Fiimy
[Intro] G [Verse 1] G At a French-themed party where no one spoke French Em You turned to me and said, “Hey, how American?” D Christmas lights on the fire escape C Lit your glitter and red beret G With your vape pen and your finger tattoos Em You look like someone tryna look like you D If that’s only in my head C It’s water I’m not ready to tread [Pre-Chorus] Em D G C Well, the talk stayed small and we shot the shit Em D G C “How’s the music going? How’s your sister’s kid?” Em D G C Funny, time moves on, maybe I should too [Chorus] Em D G C But ooh ooh, fuck it, I miss you [Verse 2] G You’ve got a family now and you’rе wearin’ it nicer Em Are you only showin’ your highlights? D Whеn you’re in a quiet place C C/E Am I there with you in a way? G How I felt so undeserving of you Em And loved you more than I will admit to D Hundred reasons, counting still C Never stopped and I never will [Pre-Chorus] Em D G C And the world cut out waiting on a string Em D G C But what was meant for you, wasn’t meant for me Em D G C I know you moved on, so I’m trying too [Chorus] Em D G C But ooh ooh, fuck it, I miss you (Ooh, fuck it, I miss you) Em D G C Ooh ooh, fuck it, I miss you (Ooh, fuck it, I miss you) Em D G C Ooh ooh, fuck it, I miss you (Ooh) [Instrumental] | C | C | G/B | G/B | Em | Em | Em Em/F# | G | | C | C | G/B | G/B | Em | Em | Em Em/F# | G | [Verse 3] G Over third with coffee, we’re actin’ mature Em Like our history’s just that and no more D Six months and countin’ dry C Doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t try G I know I held your hand like a bunch of balloons Em And I knew I was meant to hold on to D But I was just a stupid kid C Throwin’ everythin’ to the wind [Pre-Chorus] Em D G C And if I zoom in close, if I pan out wide Em D G C We were so almost, I could almost die Em D G C I could say I’ve learned but I have no clue [Chorus] Em D G C But ooh ooh, fuck it, I miss you Em D G C Ooh ooh, fuck it, I miss you [Outro] C Had a bumper sticker on your first car C That said “Be happy wherever you are” C Thought it was all some hippie shit C C Now I’m here relivin’ it
Музыка - это язык духа. Он открывает тайну жизни, приносящую мир и устраняющую раздоры (Халил Джебран)
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