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[Intro] F#  A#m  G#

F#                                
  Every second counts, I don't 
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wanna talk to you anymore
F#                                
  All these little games, you can 
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call me by the name I gave you
     F#         A#m  G#
Yesterday, yeah
F#                                
  Every minute counts, I don't 
   A#m           G#
wanna watch TV anymore
F#                                
  Can you figure me out, just doin
          A#m                  
 this to waste more time on the 
    G#
couch

F#
  Can you see me, I'm waiting for 
the right time
A#m                         G#
   I can't read you but if you want,
 the pleasure's all mine
F#
  Can you see me using everything to
 hold back?
A#m
   I guess, this could be worse
G#                                F#
Walking out the door with your bags
                                 A#m
Walking out the door with your bags
G#                                F#
Walking out the door with your bags
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Walking out the door with your 
A#m  G#
bags

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F#                                
  Pour your glass of wine, 
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Mitchell told me I should be just 
fine, yeah
F#                            
  Cases under the bed, spill it 
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open, let it rush to my head
F#
  I don't wanna be forward, I don't 
wanna cut corners
A#m                      G#
   Savor this with everything I have
 inside of me
F#
  I'm not the type to run, I know 
that we're having fun
    A#m                            
But what's the rush, kiss and then 
    G#
my cheeks are so flushed

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F#                                
  Tell you how I felt, sugar 
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coated melting in your mouth
F#                           
  Pardon my emotions, I should 
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probably keep it all to myself
                        F#
Know you'd make fun of me
                        A#m  G#
Know you'd make fun of me
                        F#
Know you'd make fun of me
                        A#m  G#
Know you'd make fun of me

F#
  Can you see me, I'm waiting for 
the right time
A#m                         G#
   I can't read you but if you want,
 the pleasure's all mine
F#
  Can you see me using everything to
 hold back?
A#m
   I guess, this could be worse
G#                                F#
Walking out the door with your bags
                                 A#m
Walking out the door with your bags
G#                                F#
Walking out the door with your bags
Walking out the door with your 
A#m  G#
bags

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( F#  A#m  G# )