Dead

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Spit in my face, tell me I didn't mean what I said
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I'll take those words with me when I'm dead
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Open your mouth and contradict everything you said last summer
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I don't even know you anymore, anymore
E  A  E  A F#m G#m
E                            F#m                             C#m         A
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to
E                                                      F#m
When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won't keep you warm like I do
           C#m                   A             E
You'll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees
E                        C#m A E
You'll be thinking of me
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Maybe I'll run away from home, fake my own death and see if you really care
                E                                           A
A week goes by, I doubt you'll be waiting around for me at all
                                                C#m
No matter how many times I walk up my driveway, you won't be there
      E                              A
You're nowhere to be found because everything you said was a lie
E  A  E  A F#m G#m
E                            F#m                             C#m         A
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to
E                                                      F#m
When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won't keep you warm like I do
           C#m                   A             E
You'll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees
E                        C#m A E
You'll be thinking of me
E  A  E  A
A                                 E
You wanted me when I was running away
                     A
I needed you when I ripped your heart out
                   E
I can't count the times we fell apart
             A
We can't go back, it's not the same
             E
We can't go back, it's not the same
             A
We can't go back, it's not the same
             E                   F#m
We can't go back, it's not the--
E                            F#m                             C#m         A
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to
E                                                      F#m
When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won't keep you warm like I do
           C#m                   A             E
You'll be thinking of my sleepy eyes and bony knees
E                        C#m A E
You'll be thinking of me
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When something's fallen apart as many times as us
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I can't put it back together, it's not the same