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Date Added 2006-10-05     Times viewed 789

Snow Patrol - Spitting Games


 D       Em    F#m G 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh ( x 2 )

D          C            Bm         G
I broke into your house last night,
D             C        Bm        G
And left a note at your bedside,
D              C                     Bm      G
I'm far too shy to speak to you at school,
D                   C                   Bm        G
You leave me numb and I'm not sure why,
D       Em    F#m  G 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh ( x 2 )

D         C           Bm     G
I find it easier to sit and stare,
D                   C                         Bm        G
Than push my limbs out towards you out there,
D                C                     Bm      G
My heart is bursting in your perfect eyes,
D              C                    Bm       G
As blue as oceans and as pure as skies,

F                       G                      D
I struggle for the words and then give up,
My heads up with the birds on the t-hut,
A little piece of mind that I know better,
Than all the plain disgrace of all my letters,

D       Em    F#m  G 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh ( x 2 )

D            C                          Bm      G
But after that the floodgates opened up,
D                C            Bm           G
And I fell in love with everyone I saw,
D                        C                   Bm  G
Please take your time I'm not in any rush,
D             C                Bm  G
And its in everything I ever write

F                 G                    D
Its not as if i need the extra weight,
Confused enough by life so thanks a lot,
Lonely written words for company,
Just raise the roof this once and follow me

D       Em    F#m  G 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh ( x 2 )

F                       G                      D
I struggle for the words and then give up,
My heads up with the birds on the t-hut,
A little piece of mind that I know better,
Than all the plain disgrace of all my letters,

 
 

 

 

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