Tom: C
Introdução:
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Headspace, I need a route of my headspace
C
Cause it's a war in here and I need you take
F
Take her out of my headspace
C
Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac
F
Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas
Am
Cause I'm hurt
F
I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt
C
I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song
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So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum
Am
But it'll hurt
C
I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt
C F
Headspace I need a route of my headspace
C
There's it's a war in here and I need you take
F
Take her out of my headspace
G
These 5.5 liters of blood
F
Have some sour taste for your sweet taste buds
C
Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball
F
From the 1970's all dusty and worn
Am F
And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts
C
I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way
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I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes
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I didn't care, they scratch and they bite I didn't care
I didn't care
C F
Headspace I need a route of my headspace
C
Cause it's a war in here and I need somebody to say
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Take her out of my headspace
G
These 5.5 liters of blood
F
Have some sour taste for your sweet taste buds
Dm
You put a war zone inside me
F
Above and below the neck
C
Above and below the neck
C
Someone flick a light on
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The dark just makes it worse
C F
I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words
C F
Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know?
C F
Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host?
C F
I'm not acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast
C
If these streets are paved with gold
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I want my money back
C F
Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory
C F
Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me
C F
Headspace, my headspace
She wrapped her claws around me
C F
Headspace, my headspace