Intro: A-D A-D A-D A-D NOTE: Dsus2
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You're probably sippin' lemonade and reading Hemingway
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Underneath that tree out back in that same house
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Where all that love was made
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I'm sinkin' down on some corduroy couch
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Empty bottles all around, quarter after two
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And I'm still tryin' to start my day
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Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
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Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
D A-D
Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
G D
And I miss you
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and I'm sick of me too
A D
My wandering eye, my little white lies
A
All the hell I've raised
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All the times I made you cry like rain
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Tired of lookin' at myself, wishin' I was someone else
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Tired of nothin' to lose, tired of nothin' left
A D A-D
I've been thinkin' lately, maybe it's time to change
A D
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
A D A
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
D A-D
Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
G D
I miss you
A-D A-D
and I'm sick of me too
A-D A-D
D A D A
I wanna be your everything, not just a bad memory
D A D
I'd rather be your sweet dream come true
A-D A-D
I'm sick of me too
A D
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
A D A
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
D A-D
Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
A D
Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
A D A
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
D A-D
Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right
G D
I miss you
A-D A-D
and I'm sick of me too
Yeah I'm sick of me
I'm sick of me too