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Intro:
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F#/D
Stumbled 'round the block a dozen times
A
You missed every call that I had tried, so now I'm giving up
Bm
A heartbreak in mid December
G
You don't give a fuck, you never remember me
F#/D A
While you're pulling on his jeans
Bm
Getting lost in the big city
G
I was looking out our window
F#/D A
Watching all the cars go, wondering if I'll see Chicago
Bm
Or a sunset on the West-Coast
G
Or will I die in the cold
F#/D
Feeling blue and alone
A
I wonder if you'll ever hear this song on your stereo
F#/D A
I hope you get your ballroom floor,
Bm
Your perfect house with rose-red doors,
G
I'm the last thing you remember,
I's been a long lonely December.
F#/D A
I wish I'd known that less is more,
Bm
But I was passed out on the floor,
G
And that's the last thing I remember,
It's been a long lonely December.
Cast me aside to show yourself in a better light,
F#/D A
I came out grieving, barely breathing and you came out alright.
Bm
But I'm sure you'll take his hand,
G
I hope he's better than I ever could've been,
F#/D
My mistakes were not intentions,
A
This is a list of my confessions I couldn't say
Pain is never permanent, but tonight it's killing me
F#/D A
I hope you get your ballroom floor,
Bm
Your perfect house with rose-red doors,
G
I'm the last thing you remember,
I's been a long lonely December.
F#/D A
I wish I'd known that less is more,
Bm
But I was passed out on the floor,
G
And that's the last thing I remember,
It's been a long lonely December.
(Only play the * chords once)
F#/Dssu2* A*
I miss your face, you're in my head
Bm*
There's so many things that I should've said,
G*
A year of suffering, a lesson learned.
F#/D A
I miss your face, you're in my head
Bm
There's so many things that I should've said,
G
A year of suffering, a lesson learned.
F#/D A
I hope you get your ballroom floor,
Bm
Your perfect house with rose-red doors,
G
I'm the last thing you remember,
I's been a long lonely December.
F#/D A
I wish I'd known that less is more,
Bm
But I was passed out on the floor,
G
And that's the last thing I remember,
It's been a long lonely December.