Drops Of Jupiter

Taylor Swift

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Tono:
Capo:
Intro 2x: D A Em G
D Now that he's back in the atmosphere
A With drops of Jupiter in his hair,
Em G hey, hey
D Walks like summer and talks like rain
A Reminds me that there's time to
Em G change, hey, hey
D Since the return from his stay on the moon
A He listens like spring and he talks
Em G like June, hey, hey
A E Tell me did you sail across the sun
G Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
D And that heaven is overrated
A Tell me, did you fall for a
E shooting star
Em One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were
G D A looking for yourself out there
Em G (2x)
D Now that he's back from that soul vacation
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A Tracing his way through the
Em G constellation, hey, hey
D He checks out Mozart while he does tae-bo
A Reminds me that there's a room to
Em G grow, hey, hey
D But now that he's back in the atmosphere A Em - once I'm afraid that he might think of me as plain ol' Jane G - once Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
A Tell me did the wind sweep you off
E your feet
G Did you finally get the chance to dance alone the light of day
D And head back to the Milky Way
A E And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Em Was it everything you wanted to find And did you miss me while you were
G A E G D looking for yourself out there
A Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
E G Your best friend always sticking
D up for you even when I know you're wrong
A Can you imagine no first dance,
E freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
Em G The best soy latte that you ever had... and me
A Tell me did the wind sweep you off
E your feet
G Did you finally get the chance to dance alone the light of day
D And head back to the Milky Way
A Tell me, did you fall for a
E shooting star
Em One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were
G looking for yourself
A E G D (2x) na na na na na na na na na na na oh oh
A Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
E G Your best friend always sticking
D up for you even when I know you're wrong
A Can you imagine no first dance,
E freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
Em The best soy latte that you ever
G had... and me
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Composición: Scott Underwood, Jimmy Stafford, Pat Monahan, Charlie Colin y Rob Hotchkiss

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