David Gray - This year s love

^FThis years ^Clove had better l^Fast Heaven ^Cknows it's high^F time And I've been^C waiting on my^C own too long^{Am F}But when you ^Chold me like you ^Fdo It feels so ^Cright ^FI start to ^Cforget How my ^Cheart gets torn When that ^Amhurt gets thrown Feeling ^Dlike you can't go^F on

^FTurning ^Ccircles when time a^Fgain It cuts like a ^Cknife oh yeah ^FIf you ^Clove me got to ^Cknow for sure ^{Am F}Cos it takes ^Csomething more this ^Ftime Than sweet sweet ^Clies ^FBefore I ^Copen up my ^Carms and fall Losing ^Amall control Every ^Ddream inside my ^Fsoul

On that ^Cmidnight street Sweep me ^Amoff my feet Singing ^Dain't this life so^F sweet

^FThis years ^Clove had better ^Flast ^{C F C C Am}

^FThis years ^Clove had better ^Flast ^{C F}'Cause who's t^Co worry If our ^Chearts get torn When that ^Amhurt gets thrown Don't you^D know this life goes^F on

On that ^Cmidnight street Sweep me ^Amoff my feet Singing ^Dain't this life so^F sweet

^FThis years ^Clove had better ^Flast ^{C F}This years ^Clove had better ^Flast ^{C F}This years ^Clove had better ^Flast ^{C F}This years love had better ^Clast