Hợp âm Hard Feelings/Loveless
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Capo 4 choi G(Go back and tell it)Please could you be
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tender and I will sit
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close to youLet’s
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give it a minute before we admit that we’re
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throughGuess this is the
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winter, our bodies are
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young and blueI’m
Em
at Jungle City, it’s late and this song is for
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you Cause I remember the
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rush, when forever was usBefore all of the
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winds of regret and mistrustNow we sit in your
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car and our love is a ghostWell I guess I should
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go, yeah I guess I should go Hard feelings These are what they call
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hard
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feelings of loveWhen
Em
sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the
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cold, oh ohAlone with the
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hard
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feelings of loveGod I
Em
wish I believed you when you told me this was my
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home, oh oh I light all the
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candles, cut flowers for
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all my roomsI
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care for myself the way I used to care about
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youThese days,
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we kiss and we keep busy, the waves come after midnight
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I call from underwater, why even try to get right?
Em
When you’ve outgrown a lover, the whole world knows but you
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It’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon Hard feelings These are what they call
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hard
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feelings of loveWhen
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sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the
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cold, oh ohAlone with the
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hard
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feelings of loveGod I
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wish I believed you when you told me this was my
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home, oh oh
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Em
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Em
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Three
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years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was
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real for me, yup, real for meNow I’ll
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fake it every single day ’til I don’t need
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fantasy, ’til I feel you leaveBut
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I still remember everything, how we’d drift buying
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groceries, how you’d dance for meI’ll
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start letting go of little things ’til I’m so far
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away from you, far away from you, yeah “What is this tape?””This is my favorite tape”
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Bet you wanna rip my
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heart outBet you wanna skip my
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calls nowWell
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guess what, I
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like that’Cause I’m gonna mess your
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life upGonna wanna tape my
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mouth
shut
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Look out, lovers We’re
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l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s
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generation
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L-o-v-e
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l-e-s-s
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generation
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All fuckin’ with our lover’s heads,
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gener
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ation
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