Lucy Wainwright Roche - The same

^GLate night It's your fire to flame ^GWanting By a^Cny a ^Gname

^GTo be her Be understood ^GI'd say it Don't do ^Cany ^Ggood

^GAll of the times I've ^Dtold you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame ^GAll of the times I've ^Dtold you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame

^GBut still Nashville will do ^GWe all need Someplace to ^Crun ^Gto

^GAll of the times I've ^Dloved you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame ^GAll of the times I've ^Dloved you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame

^GWhat's more The red door is closed ^GYou don't see But baby, every^Cone ^Gknows

^GAll of the times I've ^Dhurt you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame ^GAll of the times I've ^Dhurt you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame ^GAll of the times I've ^Dtold you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame ^GAll of the times I ^Dloved you, ^GI've been the ^Emsame