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F Em Dm C
For once there is nothing up my sleeve
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Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me
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I used to run at first sight of the sun
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Now I lay here waiting for you to wake up
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The city outside still sounds like itâs on fire
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You put on new sheets, the white flag of a Saturday night
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I know we stayed up talking in circles
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But I like to think the symmetry will keep me close to you
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For everyone, Iâm out to prove wrong, you keep the light on
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The only one, you know me better than the truth
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So despite what Iâve done I pray to God that we can move on
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Cause thus far you are the best thing that this life is yet to lose
F Em Dm C
For once there is nothing up my sleeve
F Em Dm C
Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me
F Em Dm C
I used to run at first sight of the sun
F Em Dm C
Now I lay here waiting for you to wake up
F Em Dm C
I lay here waiting for you to wake up
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So if you're gonna leave, if you're gonna go
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I canât bear to sleep without you in my arms
F Em Dm C
I know we got caught up slipping through a crowd of people and losers
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But you must not let them take you, they donât know you like I do
F Em Dm C
For once there is nothing up my sleeve
F Em Dm C
Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me
F Em Dm C
I used to run at first sight of the sun
F Em Dm C
Now I lay here waiting for you to wake up
F Em Dm C
I lay here waiting for you to wake up
Am G C F
Do you remember when we stayed up till the sun stretched through the room
Am G C F
I used to blame it on the queens walking down 7th Avenue
Am G C F
Itâs been years now since we moved Iâve gotten through with an excuse
Am G C F
You know I try not to speak superlatives but itâs imá¹ossible to you
(Instrumental Interlude)
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The city outside is nothing but a flicker now
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You see our friends to bed, you turn out the lights
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I start to think youâll make a beautiful mother, I
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I like to think I have everything I want from this life.
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