Hợp âm Sweet Nothing
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I spy with my little tired
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eye tiny as a fire
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flyA pebble that we picked up
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last
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Down deep inside your poc
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ket we almost forgot
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itDoes it ever miss Wick
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low sometimes?
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Ooh
…
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Dm
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They said the end is
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coming Everyone’s up to some
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thingI find myself
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running home to your sweet
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nothingsOutside they’re push and sho
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ving you’re in the kitchen hum
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mingAll that you ever wanted
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from me was sweet nothing
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On the way home
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I wrote a poem
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You say, “what a
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mind”This happens all the time
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Ooh
…
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Dm
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Cause they said the end is co
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ming Everyone’s up to some
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thingI find myself
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running home to your Sweet nothings
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Outside they’re push and sho
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ving You’re in the kitchen hum
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mingAll that you ever wanted from
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me was… nothing
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Industry disrupters and
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soul deconstructorsAnd
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smooth-talking hucksters out
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glad-handing each otherAnd the
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voices that implore “You
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should be doing more”To
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you I can admit that
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I’m just too soft for all of it
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Ooh
…
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Dm
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They said the end is
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coming Everyone’s up to some
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thingI find myself
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running home to your sweet
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nothingsOutside they’re push and sho
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ving you’re in the kitchen hum
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mingAll that you ever wanted
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from me was sweet nothing
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