Nerina Pallot - It was me

Well there's ^Bbno use h^Gm7anging ont^Bbmaj7o anything ^Eb That you can'^Bbt take w^Gm7ith you wh^Bbmaj7en you're g^Ebone: The ^Gm7wind at your ^Gm7/Fheels The sha^Ebdow so ^Ebmaj7sweet of se^Cmntimental long^Bbing for the ^Bbmaj7past

All these t^Bbmaj7hings uncapt^Cm7ured, gon^Bbmaj7e, or might hav^Ebmaj7e been In the s^Bbmaj7low, dull dyi^Gmng of the d^Day I p^Gmonder on^Bb these thing^Cs I've don^Ebmaj7e A h^Cm7eart I could have c^Fhosen not to br^Bbeak ^Eb

But ^Bb7oh, I r^Bban, I ran so ea^Ebmaj7sily Cas^Bb7ting no shadow in my wa^Ebmaj7ke ^Gm In ^Cm7chase, so man^Fm7ly, then I ^Gm7soon get ^C7bored And h^Cm7oney, I'm such a ^Fflake

So the r^Bboad won't r^Gm7ise to meet ^Bbmaj7me as I go^Eb And this^Bb feckless h^Gm7eart knows no ^Dreward For ^Gmall my lies,^Bb I apolog^Cize ^Eb It was ^Cm7me, it wasn't^F you And now I k^Bbnow

But ^Bb7oh, I r^Bban, I ran so ea^Ebmaj7sily Cas^Bb7ting no shadow in my wa^Ebmaj7ke ^Gm In ^Cm7chase, so manly, the^Gm7n I soon ^C7get bored And h^Cm7oney, I'm such a ^Fflake

Still, it ^Bbdoes no g^Gm7ood for one to ^Bbmaj7think of th^Ebmaj7ings That you c^Bban't do ^Gm7anything ab^Dout But in sol^Gm7itary hours, I^C7 think of you no^Ebmaj7w It was ^Cm7me, it wasn't yo^Fu And now I k^Bbnow ^{Eb Bb Eb Bb B Bb}