Mandy Moore - Fern dell

^AmThese are the ^Fthoughts that ^Ckeep me ^Gup at ^Amnight ^AmAsleep with the ^Fdogs, ^Call bark ^Gand no ^Ambite ^AmIn love with a ^Ffool ^Cfeasting ^Gfor my ^Feyes

^FFern ^Gdell, ^Ffern ^Gdell I thought I knew you ^Amwell

^AmFollowed the ^Fkicks and ^Cpunches ^Gwith the ^Amrest ^AmRearranged the ^Ffurniture ^Choping it would ^Gmake more ^Amsense But it ^Amdidn't make a ^Emdifference, it ^Conly made a ^Gbigger mes^Fs

^FFern ^Gdell, ^Ffern ^Gdell I thought I knew you ^Amwell

^AmHere comes Ma^Flone ^Cfresh in ^Gfrom the ^Amkill ^AmSlaughtered the ^Fsheep ^Clined up ^Gon my ^Amwindowsill ^AmSomething's got a ^Emhold on me, re^Cgrettably you ^Gnever wil^Fl

^FFern ^Gdell, ^Ffern ^Gdell Oh, ^Ffern ^Gdell, ^Ffern ^Gdell I thought I knew you ^Amwell.