Текст песни с аккордами
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[Verse 1]
D
Do you want me to write you in
Dust off all your features
A
Make you perfect
G
Not that you need it
You’re effortlessly illustrated
A
Colourfully fated for my pen
[Verse 2]
D
I can show you how
The world is so much brighter when
A
The writer gets to turn it
G
I’ll give you wings although you say you don’t deserve it
You were definitely made
A
For felt tip sonnets that I’ve kept in way too long
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Bm
And I know
G
That paper hearts are fast to break
Bm
So don’t you go
A
Away
[Chorus]
D
Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time
Bm A
Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back
Bm
But could you hold on just a little
G
While I sequence all my scribbles
D A
Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send
G Gm
'Cause I’m essentially a write-er-er-er-erer
D
Who never makes it to the end
[Verse 3]
D
It's picturesque you’re nothing less
A
Than a hero from a storybook or five
G
Think you were made for filling hearts and shoes and time
Think I was made so I could do you justice
A
Don’t trust anybody else
To write you half as well as I
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Bm
Will try-y-y-y-y
G
To find the perfect shade of emerald
Bm A
For your ey-y-y-y-ye eyes
[Chorus]
D
Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time
Bm A
Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back
Bm
But could you hold on just a little
G
While I sequence all my scribbles
D A
Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send
G Gm
'Cause I’m essentially a write-er-er-er-erer
D
Who never makes it to the end
[Bridge]
G
And maybe when it’s over
Bm
When the final page is turned
D
You won’t be perfect
A
Just be you
G D
The boy who likes bands with stupid names and high-brow views
G
And maybe when I’m finished
Bm
I’ll look down at the image
D A G
Oh, and magic will be seeping from your finger tips
D
Somehow I doubt it
[Pre-Chorus 3]
Bm
'Cause I’ll never not believe in you
G
I’ll always see your best
Bm
Loving you is a religion
A
I’m devout I must confess
[Chorus]
D
Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time
Bm A
Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back
Bm
But could you hold on just a little
G
While I sequence all my scribbles
D A
Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send
G Gm
'Cause I’m essentially a write-er-er-er-erer
D
Who never makes it to the end
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