Thursday

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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

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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

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

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

Bb
Evened up before selling it
F
While away
                    Eb
I'm too shackled up to say
           Bb   F
I'm a damn fool

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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