Frank Turner — Perfect Score

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[Intro]
B E A
B E A
B E A
B E A

[Verse 1]
F#                      E
   Tonight I’m going to make
                     B   E   A  B E A
Some predictable mistakes
F#                           E
   But if you haven’t got regrets
                    B   E   A  B E A
You haven’t started yet

[Pre Chorus 1]
               A                           E
You point your finger so much, you wore it down to the bone;
       B
It’s a wonder you can still type that shit on your phone
A                            E
Everyone’s a dupe, yeah, but somehow you’re not
F#
Hold onto that feeling
F#                                              B
Because you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone

[Chorus]

B             G#m                                  F#
I’m genuinely sorry for all the stupid things I’ve done;
                         E                                     B
All the things I used to say, more than half of them were wrong
                                G#m                               F#
I’m trying to find a little forgiveness, it’s the only thing left going
                                  E
Because there’s not such thing as pure
                     B    E  A
No one has a perfect score

B E A
B E A
B E A

[Verse 2]

F#                     E
  I’m jealous of your sense
                  B  E A  B E A
Of wounded innocence
F#                     E
  And I’m bored of arguments
                    B E A
With fraudulent intent
                        B     E  A
(I know what you really meant)

[Pre Chorus 2]

A                        E
History is not a package holiday
         B
Where if something isn’t perfect then you get to complain
    A                    E
The older I get the more I realise that I
      F#
Don’t know much of anything
F#                               B
That’s why I’m trying to hold my tongue

[Chorus]

B             G#m                                  F#
I’m genuinely sorry for all the stupid things I’ve done;
                         E                                     B
All the things I used to say, more than half of them were wrong
                                G#m                               F#
I’m trying to find a little forgiveness, it’s the only thing left going
                                  E
Because there’s not such thing as pure
                     B    E  A
No one has a perfect score
B E A                              B   E  A
    There’s a skeleton behind your door
                     B    E  A
No one has a perfect score
           B
No perfect score		
    

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