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[Intro] F#  A#m  G#

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

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( F#  A#m  G# )

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

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F#                                   A#m               G#
  Tell you how I felt, sugar coated melting in your mouth
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  Pardon my emotions, I should 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
                                 A#m  G#
Walking out the door with your bags

( F#  A#m  G# )
( F#  A#m  G# )