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G#5 C#5 D#5 F5 C#5
PALM MUTE
G#5I'm so rushed off my feet, (oh-oh)
C#5Looking for Gorden street,
D#5So much I need to say,
F5I'm sorry that its on her wedding day...
G#5Coz she's so right for me, (oh-oh)
C#5Her daddy disagrees,
D#5He's always hated me,
F5Coz I never got, a j-o-b...
D#5Coz she's mine,C#5
CHORUS
G#5And I'm glad I crashed the wedding,
C#5Its better than regretting,
F5I could have been a loser kid
D#5And ran away and hid
C#5But it's the best thing I ever did.
G#5Coz true love lasts forever
C#5And now we're back together
A#5 PALM MUTE C5
As if he never met her
PALM MUTE C#5
So looking back,
I'm glad i crashed the wedding...
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G#5 D#5 C#5
PALM MUTE
G#5The neighbours spread the word (and),
C#5My mom cried when she heard,
F5I stole my girl away,
C#5From everybody gathered there that day.
D#5And, just in tiC#5me,
CHORUS
G#5And I'm glad I crashed the wedding,
C#5Its better than regretting,
F5I could have been a loser kid
D#5And ran away and hid
C#5But it's the best thing I ever did.
G#5Coz true love lasts forever
C#5And now we're back together
A#5 PALM MUTE C5
As if he never met her
PALM MUTE C#5
So looking back,
I'm glad i crashed the wedding... G#5
BRIDGE PALM MUTE
F5Don't waste time being
G5Mad at me for taking her aC#5way, coz
F5Anyway she didn't want tG5o stay.
SoC#5 please believe me when I say
She's glad I crashed the wedding
Its better than regretting...
PALM MUTE
F5The ring she got was lame
D#5She couldn't take the pain,
C#5She didn't want a silly second name
G#5Coz true love lasts forever,
C#5And now we're back together
A#5You might as well foC5rget her,
And walk C#5away
G#5She's glad I crashed the wedding...
C#5It's better than regretting... (it's better than regretting)
F5The ring she got was lame
D#5She couldn't take the pain,
C#5She didn't want a silly second name (no no no no)
G#5Coz true love lasts forever, (true love lasts)
C#5And now we're back together
A#5You might as well forget C5her
And walk C#5away
G#5She's glad I crashed the wedC#5ding