Tom: Am
Introdução:
Am D
When I talk to myself I know somebody's listening
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My mirror a casting director auditioning
Am D
Running my lines, I'm increasingly wistful
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A mock execution, a pink water pistol
Bm F#m
And if I had five minutes on Earth with you left
Bm F#m
I would keep playing dead until you were impressed
Am Bm F#m
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
Am D
I've been working on my mind's interior design
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Tryna give this place a little light
Am D Bm F#m G#
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
Am D
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
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Tryna see everything through
Am D Bm F#m G#
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Am D
When digital gangsters were stealing your innocence
Bm F#m
I put an order in just to show insolence
Am D
Then they got caught and I felt like a failure
Bm F#m
So loved you so loud they could hear in Australia
Bm F#m
And then I had five minutes on Earth with you left
Bm F#m
But I kept playing dead until you were impressed
Am Bm F#m
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
Am D
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Bm F#m G#
Tryna give this place a little light
Am D Bm F#m G#
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
Am D
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Bm F#m G#
Tryna see everything through
Am D Bm F#m G#
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
E Am
Every inch of you built like the Mecca
E Bm Am
Bacon, secret sauce, cheese, double decker
E Am
You're the best thing they've got on the menu
E Am
Want you while you're still warm
E Bm Am
Want you so much that it's become the norm
Am D
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Bm F#m G#
Tryna give this place a little light
Am D Bm F#m G#
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
Am D
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Bm F#m G#
Tryna see everything through
Am D Bm F#m G#
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Am D
Remember that night taking Mexican ecstasy?
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Codeine, corrido and crashing out next to me
Am D
Can't call a cab and I can't read your reply
Bm F#m
The Tower of London cut off my free Wi-Fi
Bm F#m
So now we've got five minutes on Earth with them left
Bm F#m
Let's just keep playing dead until they are impressed
Am Bm F#m
So that we won't make promises we cannot keep anymore