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[Verse 1]
C
Too late
Am
He knows you're all back-to-front
F
Your bottom lip shaking
C
Your happiness quakes as it's torn apart
Sunday late
Am
When you go and get your stuff
F
"What's yours is mine"
C
That unpractical line back to bite your arm
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Bm G
No, don't leave him anything
Bm
No letters on the side
G
You've gone over everything
Bm
Screw-ups and the whys
G
Erase him, his memory
A
A tortured de cline
D
Was never your style
[Chorus]
F Em
And it's wild dreams of the start
C/G G
At the finish line
F Em
Gum peeling apart
C
From each other's lives
C
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[Verse 2]
C
Too late
Am
They all know you hate your jobs
F
Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend
C
Like some holy mob
C
Get it straight
Am
A lifeboat's for better hearts
F
Pre scription or not
C
There's some morals forgot white-tat too them on
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Bm G
No, don't read him anything
Bm
No poem, song or line
G
There's virtue in everything
Bm
But most in all that's quiet
G
An action is meddling
A
A dagger in time
D
Better leave it to dry
[Chorus]
F Em
And it's wild dreams of the start
C/G G
At the finish line
F Em
Gum peeling a part
C
From each other's lives
F Em
And it's wild dreams of the start
C/G G
At the finish line
F Em
Gum peeling a part
C
From each other's lives
Fm Ab Bb
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Fm Fm/G Ab Bb
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Fm Fm/G Ab Bb
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Fm Fm/G Ab Bb
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Bbm Ab
Wild dreams of the start
Eb Ebsus4 Eb
At the fin ish li -ine
Bbm Ab
Gum peeling a part
Eb Ebsus4 Eb
From each other's li- -ives
Bbm Ab
Wild dreams of the start
Eb Ebsus4 Eb
At the finish li- -ives
Bbm Ab
Gum peeling a part
Eb Ebsus4 Eb Bbm
From each other's li- ives
Compositores: White Lies, Jack Brown, Charles Cave
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