Indian Summer
Sunday's Best
D
(início)
A Asus4 Dsus2 (4x)
Verse 1
A Asus4 I can't believe he's such a sore loser, Dsus2 Maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers A Asus4 Raise up the glass and toast the mother f---er, Dsus2 Just move along.
Verse 2
A Asus4 How did you get that bruise up on your shoulder? Dsus2 You are so Sisyphus just pushing on your boulder A Asus4 Someday you'll take a break when you're older Dsus2 You just move along.
Chorus
A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along...
Verse 3
A Asus4 I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored Dsus2 And they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover A Asus4 So I severed his hands and glued them to her mother Dsus2 Just glued them on.
Verse 4
A Asus4 Just what is it about Indian Summer? Dsus2 Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter A Asus4 Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors Dsus2 That just move along.
Chorus
A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along...
Interlude/Middle 8
A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 (4x)
Chorus
A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along... A5 Asus2 A Dsus2 Just move along.
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