C#m7 B(11) A(add9) F#7(11) E(5) D#(#5/b9) |
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Wandering the streets in a world underneath it all |
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Nothing tastes as sweet as what I can’t have |
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Like you and the way that you’re |
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Twisting your hair ’round your finger |
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Tonight I’m not afraid to tell you |
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Oh, I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have |
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Cannonball into the water |
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I’m gonna muster up every ounce of confidence I have |
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Forgive me if I st-stutter |
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From all of the clutter in my head |
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Cause I could fall asleep in those eyes |
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I’ve crossed you in hallways a thousand times |
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No more camouflage I want to be exposed |
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And not be afraid to fall |
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Oh, I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have |
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Cannonball into the water |
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I’m gonna muster up every ounce of confidence I have |
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You always want what you can’t have |
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I’ll muster every ounce of confidence I have |
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Ég er ekki alveg pottþéttur á þessum kafla enn ef þið hlustið á lagið þá eru |
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svipuð grip og eru í öllu laginu með smá breytingum |
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If I could the lights in the mall and create a mood, I would |
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Shout out your name so it echoes in every room, I would |
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That’s what I’d do, That’s what I’d do, That’s what I’d do |
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