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Taylor Swift The Tortured Poets Department

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tom: C [Primeira Parte] C You left your typewriter at my apartment F Straight from the tortured poets department C F I think some things I never say "Like who uses typewriters anyway?" Am G But you're in self-sabotage mode C Throwing spikes down on the road F But I've seen this episode And still love the show Am G Who else decodes you? [Refrão] C And who's gonna hold you? F Like me C And who's gonna know you? F If not me Am I laughed in your face and said G "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith C F This ain't the Chelsea Hotel We'rе modern idiots" Am G And who's gonna hold you? C Like me F No, nobody C No-fucking-body F Nobody [Segunda Parte] C You smokеd then ate seven bars of chocolate F We declared Charlie Puth Should be a bigger artist C F I scratch your head, you fall asleep Like a tattooed golden retriever Am G But you awaken with dread Pounding nails in your head C F But I've read this one where you come undone Am G I chose this cyclone with you [Refrão] C And who's gonna hold you? F Like me (Who's gonna hold you?) C And who's gonna know you? (Who's gonna hold you?) F Like me Am I laughed in your face and said G "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith C F This ain't the Chelsea Hotel We'rе modern idiots" Am G And who's gonna hold you? C Like me (Who's gonna hold you?) F No, nobody (Who's gonna hold you?) C No-fucking-body (Who's gonna hold you?) F Nobody (Who's gonna hold you?) [Ponte] C Sometimes I wonder if you're Gonna screw this up with me F But you told Lucy you'd kill Yourself if I ever leave C And I had said that to Jack About you so I felt seen F Everyone we know understands Why it's meant to be C F Because we're crazy C So tell me F Who else is gonna know me? Am At dinner you take my ring off my G Middle finger and put it on the C F One people put wedding rings on Am And that's the closest I've come G To my heart exploding [Refrão] C F Who's gonna hold you? Me C F Who's gonna know you? Me Am G "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith C F This ain't the Chelsea Hotel We'rе modern idiots" Am G Who's gonna hold you? C Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you? F Who's gonna hold you? C Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you? F Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you? [Final] Am G You left your typewriter at my apartment C F Straight from the tortured poets department Am G C F C F Who else decodes you?

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