Bullseye (feat. Hozier)

G
Heard you got a job as a mailman
  Am7                              C
I heard you're playin' around in a couple bands
                Em                          G
Wish I could come to the show, but I understand
           Am7                    C
Can't just walk in like any other fan

      Am7              Em                C
But I always loved the way you played guitar
           Am7             C                 G
You've got style, no one's doin' it like you are

   G
In many European cities, there's a bridge
      Am7                     C
Where lovers put locks on the rails
                Em                   G
And throw their keys into the river beneath
                 C
We were two such suckers

        D
But the metal weighs down the bearings
        C
And the city has to cut thе bolts
       Am7             C                    G
If our spell wore off, maybe it's all thеir fault

        Em              G
You're a bullseye, and I aimed right
     Am                      C
I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize
      Em                 G
It was young love, it was dumb luck
C                                   Am7  C
Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck

          G
I'll miss borrowin' your books to read your notes in the margin
Am7                     C
  The closest I came to readin' your mind
    Em                            G
The answers to the questions only made more questions
C
  I hope you're never fully satisfied

      D                              C
But I wanted to be there the day you figured it all out
           Am    C         G
Whoever is, I hope they're proud

        Em              G
You're a bullseye, and I aimed right
     Am                      C
I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize
      Em                 G
It was young love, it was dumb luck
C                                   Am7
Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck
( C7M  G  Em  G  C7M )

G
Found some of your stuff at my new house
             Am                  C7M
Packed it on accident when I was movin' out
         Em                            G
Probably wrong to think of them as your gifts to me
          Am                     C
More like victims of my sentimentality
          G
Man, it's hard to quit while you're ahead
            Am                     C
Lettin' the best-laid plans become empty threats
      Em
But I meant every word I said, when I said it

    D                             C
The world that we built meant the world to me
                   Am          C
When one world ends, the other worlds keep spinning

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