Over You

F                     Am             Dm             Bb
I wish that you would fuck one of my friends in our bed
F                 Am             Dm               Bb
And tell me after how she is the best you've ever had
Dm                   Am              Dm                 Gm
I know it must sound cruel, but it's what you've got to do
Bb                     Bbm
Oh, for me to get over you
F                    Am             Dm                     Bb
So, crash my car and burn all of my clothes and say you'll meet me
F             Am             Dm           Bb
Then leave me outside in the cold and go deceive me
Dm                   Am   Dm                    Gm
Rip my heart out my chest until there's nothing left
Bb                                    Bbm
Oh, I'll, I'll still think you're the best

F                   F         Am    Dm
I wish that I could hate your guts
Bb                  F            Am     Dm   Bb
I wish that I could say you're a fucker
Dm                      C
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Bb                    F           Gm
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
Bbm
For me to get over you

F               Am              Dm              Bb
Bring her to my gig and you can kiss her in the front row
F                   Am             Dm                        Bb
Then after make me cry and say if I died, there'd be no more troubles
Dm          Am      Dm              Gm
Take her on holiday to my favourite place
Bb                     Bbm
Oh, yeah, rub it in my face

F                   F         Am    Dm
Then maybe I could hate your guts
Bb                 F            Am     Dm   Bb
And I wish I could say you're a fucker
Dm                      C
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Bb                    F           Gm
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
Bbm
For me to get over you

F  Am  Dm  Bb
           Over you
F  Am  Dm  Bb

Dm                        Am
'Cause all the time we're friends
C                   Gm
I just can't see the end
Bb                                       Bbm
I wish that I could hate you, yeah, I really do

F                   F         Am    Dm
I wish that I could hate your guts
Bb                  F            Am     Dm   Bb
I wish that I could say you're a fucker
Dm                      C
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Bb                    F           Gm
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
Bbm
For me to get over you

 F         Am         Dm
(I just wanna get over you)
Bb
Over you, you
F         Am       Dm       Bb
(I just wanna get over you)
Dm                   C
Oh, twist the knife, cut me loose
Bb             Gm                 Bb
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
Bbm
For me to get over you

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