Francesca Battistelli - This is the stuff

I lost my k^Geys In the great un^Emknown And call me pl^Dease 'Cause I can't find my ph^Gone ^D

Th^Gis is the stuff that drives me crazy T^Emhis is the stuff that's getting to me lately I^Dn the middle of my little mess, ^CI forget how big I'm blessed T^Ghis is the stuff that gets under my skin But I^Em've gotta trust, You know exactly what You're doing Mi^Dght not be what I would choose, but th^Cis the stuff You us^Ge ^D

Forty-fi^Gve in a thirty-f^Emive Sirens and fi^Dnes while I'm running be^Ghind ^D

Th^Gis is the stuff that drives me crazy T^Emhis is the stuff that's getting to me lately ^DIn the middle of my little mess, ^CI forget how big I'm blessed T^Ghis is the stuff that gets under my skin But I^Em've gotta trust, You know exactly what You're doing Mi^Dght not be what I would choose, but th^Cis the stuff You u^Gse

To br^Geak me of impatience Con^Emquer my frustrations I've g^Dot a new appreciation It's not the end of the wo^Grld ^D

Th^Gis is the stuff that drives me crazy Th^Emis is the stuff, someone save me I^Dn the middle of my little mess, I forget how big I'm blessed Th^Gis is the stuff that gets under my skin I^Em've gotta trust, You know exactly what You're doing Mi^Dght not be what I would choose, but th^Cis the stuff You u^Gse