First To Ten taby ukulele według LiteralHat

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She said it's not my fault
                 Dm
That it all fell down
   Gm                  Gbm
So close your windows, lock your doors
  Gm                     Gb 
I can't help feeling I'm forgetting something

    Bb
You used to paint me pictures now
    Dm
You only paint my wall
    Gm                Gbm
I'm worried that I've started something
Gm                Gb
Built on lies and alcohol

  Bb
I want to sit down on the floor
  Dm
Become a worn out metaphor but
Gm                       Gbm
Still there's something, probably nothing
Gm                    Gb
That brings the faces to my door

 Bb                                 Dm
No use to count the times that I've woken up past ten
  Gm                 Gbm
I tell myself what's done is done but
  Gm                   Gb
I know I'll drink next week again

Bb           Dm
I suggest we let things rest
Gm                    Gbm                             Gm
'Til I come down or until you drown 'cuz you're
                  Gb
All I've got left in this town and
Bb
I need time
    Dm
And you need wine, so
Gm             Gbm
Grab a jacket, grab your phone
  Gm                Gb                   Bb
I heard it's really cold outside