Thursday
Peach Pit
Bb
(início)
Bb F Eb Bb F Bb F Eb Bb F
Verse 1
Bb Gm F Coming up in the radio silence happened to hear, Eb how you've done nothing this year Bb F But the same old boyfriend Bb Gm F At the ball game look at that tall thing up and then down, Eb what a heavenly sound Bb F As you cuss him out
Chorus
Eb Cm Bb F Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin' round in my room Eb Cm Bb F Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can Eb Cm Bb F Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday Eb Fuckin' up a Thursday
Verse 2
Bb Gm F When I was looking at you I never saw another thing that I could need Eb Pictured all the fakes I'd have to be Bb F Heavens up and go
Verse 3
Bb Gm F When I was looking at you one morning I was on the fence to make a run Eb Fixed on all the things that made you fun Bb F That've now grown old
Bridge
Bb Evened up before selling it F While away Eb I'm too shackled up to say Bb F I'm a damn fool
Chorus
Eb Cm Bb F Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin' round in my room Eb Cm Bb F Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can Eb Cm Bb F Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday Eb Fuckin' up a Thursday
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