Connell

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C
I saw you in a photograph with some
C
Brunette girl in a head-back laugh
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And I almost hurled when I saw your 
hand
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Down the small of her back
C
You were never outside with me
         C
Spent my summer months in your 
unwashed sheets
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And I know it's dumb that I'd ever 
think
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That I'd meet your mom and dad

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Skipping your stones at my 
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window in the dark
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Kissing your ghost was my own 
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damn fucking fault
Am             G            C   
But deep in my bones I know pain
           F
 is what I earned
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And you remind me of how good it 
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feels to hurt
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Yeah, you remind me of how little 
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I deserve

C
I knew we weren't meant to be
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I'm from Texas skies, you're from 
London streets
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And I'm not your type, but you're 
trying things
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So that's everything I need
   C
To break apart my own heart again
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Validate the worst thoughts inside 
my head
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That I'm not worth shit, and I'm 
better dead
         Fm
Who's the victim in the end?

Am            G            C    
Skipping your stones at my 
         F
window in the dark
Am           G             C    
Kissing your ghost was my own 
           F
damn fucking fault
Am             G            C   
But deep in my bones I know pain
           F
 is what I earned (earned)
           Dm            Am    
And you remind me of how good it 
           F
feels to hurt
           Dm             Am      
And you remind me of how little I 
  F
deserve
            Dm            Am   
Yeah, you remind me of my father 
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slurring words
          Dm            Am       
So you remind me of how little I 
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deserve

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Connell, ah

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