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G Dm
Climb up the ivy, come through the window
F C
Hide from your family, here with your face close
G Dm
Tell on your brother, how he's been so cold
F C
I'll make you dinner, put on your headphones
G Dm
Tune out the bad news, letters from college
F C
You miss your best friend, she should be calling
G Dm
Just fall asleep right here on the carpet
F C
I'd never wake you, stay till the morning light
C Dm Am F C
I'm right here, fall to me, to me
Dm Am F C
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Dm Am F C
You never heard a thing, nothing
Dm Am F
I hope you know to talk to me
( G Dm Am C )
G Dm
When we were little we shared a haircut
F C
Wanted to kill you, I was embarrassed
G Dm
Mothers insisted that we would grow up
F C
And things would be different cause we would be closer
G Dm
Tell me your secrets, ask every question
F C
My door is open twenty four-seven
G Dm
Think you were made from something in heaven
F C
You made me love the number eleven
C Dm Am F C
I, I'm right here, fall to me, to me
Dm Am F C
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Dm Am F C
You never heard a thing, nothing
Dm Am F Dm
I hope you know to talk to me
( F C G )
( Dm F C G )
G Dm
I was just thinking, do you remember
F C
Going to New York back in November
G Dm
Swallowing chocolate, sharing a king bed
F C
Judging an album, judging my boyfriend
G Dm
Isn't it funny we're getting older
F C
You used to fit right up on my shoulders
G Dm
I can't believe our childhood is over
F C
I'm really grateful I get to know you
C Dm Am F C
I, I'm right here, fall to me, to me
Dm Am F C
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Dm Am F C
You never heard a thing, nothing
Dm Am F C
I hope you know to talk to me
Dm Am F C
I'm right here, fall to me, to me
Dm Am F C
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Dm Am F C
You never heard a thing, nothing
Dm Am F C
I hope you know to talk to me
Written by Gracie Abrams