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(Go back and tell it)
G C
Please could you be tender and I will sit close to you
Em C
Let's give it a minute before we admit that we're through
G C
Guess this is the winter, our bodies are young and blue
Em C
I'm at Jungle City, it's late and this song is for you
G
Cause I remember the rush, when forever was us
C
Before all of the winds of regret and mistrust
Em
Now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost
C
Well I guess I should go, yeah I guess I should go
Hard feelings
G C
These are what they call hard feelings of love
Em C
When sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold, oh oh
G C
Alone with the hard feelings of love
Em C
God I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home, oh oh
G C
I light all the candles, cut flowers for all my rooms
Em C
I care for myself the way I used to care about you
G
These days, we kiss and we keep busy, the waves come after midnight
C
I call from underwater, why even try to get right?
Em
When you've outgrown a lover, the whole world knows but you
C
It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon
Hard feelings
G C
These are what they call hard feelings of love
Em C
When sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold, oh oh
G C
Alone with the hard feelings of love
Em C
God I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home, oh oh
G C Em C
G C Em C
G C Em C
G C Em C
G C
Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me
Em C
Now I'll fake it every single day 'til I don't need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave
G C
But I still remember everything, how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me
Em C
I'll start letting go of little things 'til I'm so far away from you, far away from you, yeah
"What is this tape?"
"This is my favorite tape"
C Am
Bet you wanna rip my heart out
F
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
G C
Well guess what, I like that
Am
'Cause I'm gonna mess your life up
F
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
G
Look out, lovers
C Am
We're l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
F G C
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
Am F G
All in' with our lover's heads, generation
C Am
Bet you wanna rip my heart out
F
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
G C
Well guess what, I like that
Am
'Cause I'm gonna mess your life up
F
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
G
Look out, lovers
C Am
We're l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
F G C
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
Am F G
All in' with our lover's heads, generation
C Am
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
F G C
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
Am F G
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
C Am
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
F G C
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation
Am
L-o-v-e-l-e-s-s
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