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D A
Hard to know,
G Gº
Maybe if I skim the stone,
F#dim Bº
Walk a different way back home,
G Gº
It would all make sense.
D A
Oh, shut my eyes,
G Gº
Lose myself in teenage lies,
F#dim Bº
If I fell in love a thousand times,
G Gº
Would it all make sense ?
A
Cause I,
G
I'm feeling pretty small,
A
Sometimes,
G
Feel like I'm slipping down walls,
A
And every lie,
G
I ever get a hold,
A
It seems to break.
D A
Call you up,
G Gº
I can tell you just how much,
F#dim Bº
No, no maybe I will just get drunk,
G Gº
And it will all make sense.
D A
Oh If I won so nice,
G Gº
Convince my friends that you were right,
F#dim Bº
I can promise you my heart don't cry,
G Gº
Would it all make sense ?
A
Cause I,
G
Im feeling pretty small,
A
Sometimes,
G
Feel like I'm slipping down walls,
A
And every lie,
G
I ever get a hold,
A
It seems to break.
A
Oh I,
G
I'm feeling pretty small,
A
Sometimes,
G
Feel like I'm slipping down walls,
A
And every lie,
G
I ever get a hold,
A
It seems to break.
Written by Tom Odell/Francis White