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Passenger - The Wrong Direction Intro: Bb F C Dm Bb F C Dm
When I was a kBbid the things i did were hidden Funder the grid Young and naCive, i never believed that love could Dmbe so well hid With regBbret I'm willing to bet they say the Folder you get It gets hCarder to forgive and harder Dmto forget It gBbets under your shirt like a dFagger at work The fCirst cut is the deepest but the Dmrest still flippin' hurt You Bbbuild your heart of plastic, you're cFynical and sarcastic and Cend up in the corner on your own
'Cos I'd lBbove to feel love, but I can't stFand the rejection I hCide behind my jokes as a Dmform of protection I tBbhought i was close, but under fFurther inspection It sCeems I've been running, in the wDmrong direction
Bb F C Dm Bb F C Dm Bb(mute) F(mute) So what's the point in getting your hopes up, when all you're ever getting is choked up? C(mute) Dm(mute) When you're choked up, and can't remember the reason why you broke up Bb(mute) F(mute) You'll call her in the morning when you're coming down and falling C(ring) Like an old man on the side of the road
When you're aBbpart, you don't wanna mingle When you're togFether you wanna be single Ever the cChase to taste the kiss of bliss that Dmmade your heart tingle How much grBbeener the grass is Through those rFose tinted glasses C(ring) And the butterflies that flutter by and leave us on our asses
'Cos I'd lBbove to feel love, but I can't stFand the rejection I hCide behind my jokes as a fDmorm of protection I thBbought i was close, but under fFurther inspection It sCeems I've been running, in the wDmrong direction There's fFish in the sea for me to mFake a selection I'd jCump in, if it wasn't for my Dmear infection 'Cos Bball I wanna do was try to mFake a connection But it sCeems I've been running in the wDmrong direction
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I'd lBbove to feel love, but i can't stFand the rejection I hCide behind my jokes as a Dmform of protection I thBbought i was close, but under fFurther inspection It sCeems I've been running, in the wDmrong direction
I'd Bblove to feel love, but i can't stFand the rejection I hCide behind my jokes as a Dmform of protection And I tBbhought I was close, but under fuFrther inspection It sCeems I've been running, in the wDmrong direction
Bb F It sCeems I've been running in the wrDmong direction Bb F It sCeems I've been running in the wrDmong direction
Bb F It sCeems I've been running in the wrDmong direction Bb F C(mute) Dm(ring) It seems I've been running in *break* the wrong direction